She gobbled it off me like a starving whore. I pulled out of her with a pop and she turned around on her knees, sucking me clean and dry. I pissed a f...w drops down her throat, but not much. She hated it, as usual, but who cares; you have to teach them who's boss.I was lying on my back. Elizabeth had gotten herself off by her fingers and there was no need for me to do any more work."What's with Ginny, baby? The way she's been walking around, it looks like she's been getting it pretty regularly. And was my husband getting suspicious that something was up? Surely the way I ambushed him every night on the way in the door, ripped his clothes off, then screwed him silly on the couch struck him as a bit out of character for me. I vowed that playtime had to stop before it was too late.Unfortunately, my mind and my muff weren't on the same page.The downfall came after weeks of excitement and increasingly risky behavior. Our forty-one-story building is one of those new designs featuring an. She takes on as many as she can do in an hour and then she has to hurry home to her husband."I asked him what fraternity his brother belonged to and he told me and it turned out that it was one of the ones just up the street from Steph and me. I jokingly said that I would have to look his brother up, "Maybe he can arrange it so I can ride the train."Charley laughed and said that there was an interesting story about how the woman came to be the frat house slut.In the evenings the guys would sit. They pretty much took care of them selves. Bradley was getting ready for Penn State and Scott was looking forward to the Marines.Marcie's boss, at Berks Legal, was Robert Logan. I met him and his wife a few times at company functions and he seemed like an OK guy. One day Marcie came home very upset and told me that Robert was dead, shot by his wife. She didn't go into any other details but shortly afterwards she quit, and never worked again.Our marriage did not improve. She became surly and.