Just thinking about him thinking about sex made me excited."What'd you have in mind?" was all I could think of sending back."Limber up in class, hurry...home. You'll find the surprise. Follow the instructions." was the response I got. No "I love you" or "how's your day going". It was out of character to have him being so matter-of-fact about this. Needless to say, I cut out the chitchat after class and all but sprinted to my car to hurry home. I had a 30 minutes drive ahead of me to think of all. There were no calls. Apparently, my note made no impression. I must not have conveyed the correct amount of outrage and anger.I went to the local Denny’s for breakfast. As I was sitting there my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was my mother. I called her back as I wasn’t quick enough.“Hi mom, is there something that you wanted?”“Why is Debby crying over the phone?”“She got caught in a lie and told me that I was not welcome in our marriage bed. So I left the house. I am warning you, I. He teased me for a couple of minutes by rubbing his fingers up and down my ass and around the hole, followed by his cock head doing the same; then little strokes in and out, not even getting past the sphincter muscle.Suddenly, he steadily pushed his cock fully into my ass. I relaxed my muscles to allow full penetration. I should stop here and let the readers know that I have great muscle control, making my ass so tight you can barely get a finger in, or so loose that you can drive a small car. I would know if he did. He keeps it to himself. Well, he did until now when he wrote about it here. You guys already know too much about his exploits, in my opinion. As for him sleeping with his best friend Tom’s wife, I don’t even know why Tom was his best friend. (He doesn’t know that I know. When he reads this, he sure will.) Tom’s second wife should never have been his second wife. Amy was underserved by both her husbands. She didn’t deserve their treatment and they certainly didn’t deserve.