. Your Mom and I thought it would be a fun gag to play on you...”“Oh reaaalllly ... So wait...” I said, mind racing a mile a minute, “so ... s... you know about ... everything?”“Your secret little story, you mean?” she replied with a smug smile beaming from her face. “ ... I sure do.”“So you’ve known from the beginning, too?”“Well, almost...” she confessed. “Your Mom told me about it a little later, but I’ve read the whole thing ... You guys are doing a great job, Charlie. I’ve definitely been. It then struck me; Mike was fucking Cynthia. The dumb bastard, he was having sex with my wife. This had not been in the plan, he was supposed to just lay there and wait until I was done with Nathalie.Now I could clearly hear Cynthia sighting and moaning and judging by the shaking of their bed, he must have been fucking her quite fast and deep too.I did recognize the familiar; almost plaintive noises that Cynthia always make whenever I fuck her. This went on for a few exasperating minutes -. One day, I sent her a non veg joke(by mistakenly). It was about 7:45pm.She replied it with smileys, and said, “Sharam nai aati kya, apni umar se badi ladki ko koi aise msg karta hain kya”I said, “Umar bhale kam hain, par bada toh ho gaya hun na, pr sorry agar tujhe prob hain toh”.She replied, “Haha! Prob toh kuch nai hain, bas dekhna chahti thi ki tu kya reply dega, aur aise msg bhejne ke pehle sochte mat jaa, we are big enough to laugh on these kinda jokes”.I said, “Ek baat kahu, uss din jb. ..Stranger: im not gonna do anythingYou: *thinks fuck, I touched THOSE and I can't remember? wow, my luck is so shit..*You: Wait you won't?Stranger: *shakes my head* no .. you cant remember anything *smirks looking down at my boobs* and i think thats torchering youYou: but...You: I guess that it is, but still, I need to do something to apologise!Stranger: *bites my lip softly*You: I'm guessing you want me to move out, or what?Stranger: *looks at you* just promise you wont do it againYou: I.