As hard as Doug tried he couldn’t give me what I needed sexually. I was frustrated and he knew it. The weather got hotter and so did I. Almost every...morning after Doug left for work I masturbated, fantasizing about being with Frank, then Russ or a stranger I would meet. Although my husband didn’t please me totally I still loved him. Also I was afraid of hurting him so any thoughts of having an affair were out of the question. What I did want was to wait for the right opportunity and soon my. That bothered me. Not the truth that bothered me, the fact that she would know would hurt her.Had this woman, Dianna, really gotten hold of me that deeply, or was it all imagined. Did I let her into my heart over the course of a few dinners, a few movies, some drinks and dancing and one night of hot sex? Was the night we made love just the carrot and stick routine for her to gain control of the situation? I wondered if the fact that she withheld the oral aspect, my favorite aspect, of sex was. "Hey, look what you're daddy is doing to my little girl, Ima."Carmella was moaning louder than ever as daddy played with her boobs. Daddy's hands were all over them. She was begging for his cock like crazy, and he was mounting her from behind and pushing it into her. The memory of the smell and taste of Carmella's hot pussy hit me and made my pussy flood with panty pudding. Bubba Jake must've noticed something."You like watching your daddy fuck my black girl? She's a slut for hard cock just. "Not much difference, but definitely a little." I ran my hands down under both and they both bent over a little, giving me access to their pussies from behind. They were both a little wet. I pulled my hands back and gave them both a slap on the ass. They both flinched but giggled and looked at each other. "Okay, I'm going to go see if there's anything interesting on TV while you two catch up."I went into the den and watched some talking head discussing the situation in another god-forsaken.