The term of endearment went through her like a flash of molten lava. Lauren heard herself whimper softly, she turned her head, afraid that he would se.... She was afraid he would be able to see that need within her as so many men had. She did not want that again. Not this time.It was an art fair he took her to. They walked through the displays and she didn't pull away when he put HIS hand around her waist to keep her close. She actually stepped a little closer to HIM, smiling not at HIM but at. I didnt want to have sex with him, I was saving myself for Lauren, but she did like fucking him and I had to figure out a way to be okay with that. Could I though? I didnt want to control Lauren and I couldnt blame him too much for what had happened. Lauren had teased him mercilessly on Sunday night, but the way he had almost forced himself on her still pissed me off. And of course there was the matter of the photos hed taken of us, I really didnt want those out in the open for anyone to see. I. He loves me and can't understand why I couldn't live with his mother. He never saw the vengeful bitch that she is. I never tried to explain it. Maybe, I didn't have to. She wasn't much of a wife, but she was a good mother. The real truth would be hard for him to take. Steve is the one thing in the world she truly cares about.I tried to answer him, but my throat was sore and parched. I guess I just grunted. He gave me a sip of water and my throat felt a little better. I whispered, "Steve...",. I felt good, knowing that I made this man happy, that he had enjoyed my body, enjoyed my pussy. I thought of how he will tell his buddies in the morning of how he fucked me. I felt good knowing that he may think of me the next time he is banging his wife. I got up and gathered my clothes, went to the bathroom and cleaned the cum of my pussy and got dressed and quitely left the room. I got to my room and let myself in, undressed and got in bed. my husband rolled over and felt my wet, gooey.