Wewould make love but I was never able to climax. One day I came home andI found out that my girlfriend was cheating on me with my best friendJohn. He...was a very handsome, attractive, smart, and wealthy guy. Seeingmy girlfriend having sex with him made me mad, but I was more turned onthan anything else. Claire was wearing a very sexy set of lingerie thatemphasized her features. Her hair and makeup was flawless and sheprobably could have passed as an up and coming movie star or pornactress.. She was surprised by my gesture, hesitated for a moment, but as I went up the stairs, I heard that she had turned on the television.You have to understand me: my mother, Lucie, 39, has not known a man - at least not that I know of - since my father died. It had been discussed before, she explained to me that a relationship with another man did not tempt her anymore, my father's memory was very strong and that she didn't care at all. So, I wasn't going to interrupt the little sexual pleasure she. He got to me again Stony. The son of a bitch is worse than before." Amy, for the past several days I have been trying to come up with some kind of explanation for what you did to me. I thought maybe it was something I did, or didn't do for you."She started to speak, but I stopped her."Hear me out Amy, then you can talk. I thought maybe I wasn't a very good husband. Maybe I didn't satisfy you sexually, or maybe Austin was just a better man for you than me. But you know what? I am a good husband,. I reached under him, groping for his cock. Finding it stiff, I stroked it vigorously for a minute or two before releasing it and straightening up to slowly work my cock deeper into him with a series of tiny thrusts. Once halfway in, I withdrew fractionally and thrust back inside, repeating the action, slowly working further in until my cock was buried to the root in the hot cave of his rectum. Ann was on her knees beside us, eyes glistening with excitement, watching intently as I slowly.