Something definitely felt wrong here."Hey Amber, this is my bo-mmf!" began Pete, before she suddenly threwherself at him. Violently pressing her mouth...against his as shestraddled his lap. She hummed in surprise as their tongues met, and shecould feel him quickly growing stiff between her legs. As confused andmortified as she was, she also felt a familiar, unwelcome warmth growingdown below. She needed to end this before her panties were soakedthrough. Especially since the dress she wore did. I pull the sheets up over my erection that refuses to flag, anticipating her return with every fibre of my being. ~o0o~Her.The ache was incessant. His taste on my tongue lingered while I should have been working. Should have been concentrating on something less dangerous. The budgeting spreadsheet. Dinner at home later. My husband.But no. Distracted all day. Flashes of him masturbating in the hotel this morning. Fucking him last night. Wondering how I'm still alive after so little sleep.I shake. “Who called in the complaint?”“We shouldn't tell you that,” Shorty said.I pulled out my phone. “Was it this number?” I pushed it across the table to them and grabbed my laptop. “It belongs to her, Marcy Leigh Conrad.” I went through the previous night's browser history for them.“You're saying that guy,” Big Ugly pointed at the computer screen, “beat up that girl and told you he was going to kill that dog.” He gestured over his shoulder toward the back yard.“Yes.”“I think I recognize him,”. Making into our bedroom, I initiated step two of my plan by noisily moving my clothes into the spare bedroom. During one of my trips, I caught my wife and a few of her friends standing at the bottom of the stairs wide eyed in disbelief. Internally I was smiling inside, but outside I looked like someone had just ran over my dog.I heard the front door open and close a few times as all the visiting hens went back to their homes to do who knows what to their husbands. Maybe a few of them will be.