"Mikey, I'm sorry. I know I hurt you. I didn't mean to, honest to God. I just wish I could make you understand. I'm not planning on leaving you. Pleas... don't think that. In every other way you do it and you do it right for me. It's just that..." she ran out of words."Like what, Leslie? Does he have a bigger dick? What?" I said. I was still so calm. She was actually becoming frightened. "You were planning on staying married to me, just so long as I didn't get too upset over you fucking my best. "Fuck yeah!" I accidentally said aloud. My heard dropped that I said something. I had to have been caught now. However; Mom placed one knee onto the edge of bed while I stood watching her; she placed the other along side it and sat on her knees with her back towards me looking over her shoulder and sticking her ass all the way out for my viewing pleasure. She seductively writhed around on the bed while staring me down the entire time; she went down to all fours and arched her back pushing her. After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few protests, the kids put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.That evening we put just enough clothing on to cover our interesting bits and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant evening eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for most of the evening, but that was about it.MondayMonday was. The words come husky, his voice deep and melodious. They’re not exactly hypnotic. No, not that. They’re aching with desire you see, to get his cock up her cunt, through her rear or in her mouth again, it is as if she is his receptacle, ever needed, ever ready and so so so succulent.To fuck like an a****l you have to accept that instinct trumps everything. You have to allow sex to rule a big chunk of your life. You have to let that need ruin another relationship or two. Mine, with Chloe, that.