.just this...at first." She put her hand back on my crotch and massaged me back to hardness. I closed my eyes. Well, this was better than nothing.T...e masturbation increased speed over the next few minutes. I could hear her breathing matching tempo with mine. Was she frigging herself with her other hand?I got my answer a minute later as her thrilling digits pushed me over the edge. I gasped as I splashed the inside of my underwear and all over her hand. "Umm! Ahh!" she exulted, tremors. First I would need an outline, get the basics down. Coffee by my side, I sat down at my computer and started to type. Believe it or not, the words started to make sense, at least to me.So I started writing... Outline for the story of "My Cheating Wife"'Oh yeah that's an original story title, I can change it later. Most of this I will leave unchanged, maybe a comment or two here and there. I don't want to get confused. What names to use? How about Mike and Betty, that's our real names? Knowing. 'How's college? Have you decided what you want to do after leaving? How's that essay coming along?' I could think of a million ways I'd rather spend my Saturday night than answering those questions to relatives I only saw once or twice a year."Do I have to go?" Yes Mike, it's your cousins wedding." Mom said, trying her best to make it seem appealing. "Besides, your Aunt Claudia's going; she said she's looking forward to seeing you."Aunt Claudia was my 'cool Aunt'. For my 12th birthday she gave. I absently touch my pussy, not knowing how he could be watching me so closely, where the hell is he? “That’s it," he growls,"Touch your pussy, rub it hard and get it wet.” My hand pauses. “No, baby you can’t stop now. You like it when I tell you how you’re a nasty slut. You know you like that you can make men drool over your wet cunt, your fat ass and your hard nipples. You like knowing that you can make any man grab his cock and start stroking, wanting to fill your sweet wet cunt. Yes, slut, I.