Richard had insisted that the only safe way of being a Hotwife was to have a larger number of very short term lovers rather than an ongoing affair, a ...iew wholeheartedly endorsed by most of my online correspondents.When it came to cuckolding your husband there was, they insisted, safety in numbers for all concerned.I had known this all along so why in God’s name hadn’t I listened?It says a lot about my friends’ common sense, even more about my own stubborn nature and more than a little about. Cindy clamped her lips even tighter as the pressure built up between her belly and cunt, each stroke bringing her closer to climax until her whole body exploded in pleasure."Oh God, I needed that," Cindy gasped as she caught her breath. She could feel her cunt pulsing, demanding more attention but Cindy realized that if she kept going she was sure to make enough noise to wake up the rest of the house. She needed something to cover the sound of her pleasure, after all she couldn't hold her lips. As predicted, our parents aren't too happy about the age difference and my dad takes me aside the first chance he gets to confront me about it. He's at my place helping me fix my leaky dishwasher when he brings it up."So, what happened between you and Karen?" Dad asks as he gets on the floor to reach under the sink."I don't know," I shrug. "It just didn't work out. We didn't have as much in common as I thought." He just nods and starts tightening a connection."You and Kristina have been seeing. Tom took me aside and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, there was nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was acting.