The mayor had mistresses across town and also in other cities. People pitied Rhonda for having such an unfaithful husband but in reality she was quite...happy with the situation, never having had any real sexual attraction for him or for any other man for that matter. Alice had befriended Rhonda but neither had spoken openly about their sexual desires. On the other hand, Rhonda had flirted with Alice who had backed off very quickly, afraid of being “outed” by the mayor’s wife. Recently it was. Slowly working his finger in, allowing their juices to run over his finger, he lubricates it as he moves it in and out of her tight ass inch by inch, until he is thrusting it in and out, fucking her ass with his thick finger. When he is convinced that she is opened enough for him, he withdraws his cock from her pussy and presses it to her asshole. Feeling the ring of muscle giving way he continues to press forward. Hearing her moans is all the encouragement he needs. Pressing harder against the. ”“Are you calling this-“ suddenly I feel a couple of long fingers push their way into my tight pussy. “-a mistake?”“MMmm-noooo! It feels sooo good!” Her fingers work their way inside further into my cunt, lubricated and eased in by my own juices. They start to slowly work all the way within me, up to where her hand meets the first joint of her index and middle finger. As soon as they go in as far as they can, they start to pull out. Instinctively, my insides contract, and I try to hold her. I could feel the anger rising up in me as I retrieved the phone book. I looked up Peter Ambleton, and there it was: Ambleton, Peter J., 14610 Old Ferry Road. She was seeing her boss. I had only met Peter twice, the first time at his home when he threw a party to celebrate his promotion to branch manager, along with Sylvia’s promotion to claims manager. I could recall his comments to a group of men standing around him as he extolled the virtues of the single life. Apparently, he was having no.