He was a slightly younger black guy by the name of Duane, who worked in the shipping-receiving department where my wife worked; and though I maybe sho...ld have been angry about that...strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool myself into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of the fact that we were no longer married, I would have gladly gone back to her...even if she kept fucking Duane, or. As instructed, I reached the entrance - a large, closed door, with no hint of what lay behind, justa numbered keypad. The code I had been given opened the door, allowing me to enter - only to beconfronted by another locked door! Strange, I thought: this one had no obvious handle or lock. Still,I thought, accepting my code meant this must be the right place; so, I hesitantly released the outer door,which slammed behind me with a loud and final-sounding 'thud' - at which point, I saw the inner. ”Comprehension and nervousness dawned on her face, “Well, um. It’s not official exactly. Stacy and I, we’re still testing the waters. We’re still available to date others. I guess it was just a slip of the tongue.” She gave a huge smile with that last word.Waiting for the test results was the longest short amount of time in my life. Before I handed the strip to my sister I said, “I feel like the results of this test reminds me of a story I just read on a naughty site where people write and post. I just got up from my chair and she too and she hugged me tightly for around 2 minutes and then we parted.I kissed her on her lips and in no time we were smooching each other, while smooching her hands went inside my pant and she got hold of my penis aahhh what a feeling it was my fantasy having the hold of my penis and shaking it meanwhile I was fondling her tits from above the t-shirt then we stopped smooching friends believe me it was the best smooch I ever had in my life and she was biting.