15 years of faithfulness down the drain in one swoop.Well, it had happened. She felt awful. But by no means was she going to act as though having happ...ned once it could happen again. She knew that supposedly the first affair was the hardest. For her, it would also be the last."Damn, Donna," she spoke aloud to herself. "It wasn't even that good!" Gil's attractiveness was in his looks, that was for sure. His love-making skills were not even the slightest match for Steve's.Several days passed and. Me: What’s wrong with you? You wanted it so bad so why don’t you fuck me… (I was standing in a transparent nighty and white bra panty trying to seduce him).Husband (drunk): Fuck off, you bitch..I couldn’t take that tone of his so came straight back with verbal abuses. I commented on his dick which seemed to have stopped working (again!). Even teased him about being a coward who talked mightily on the phone but didn’t have the balls to do it to me.It was 11:30 pm when he got up from bed and left. Chris didn't say much, but he was doing everything we told him. Pal's clothes were falling to the floor. I watched while Pal walked over to Chris' head, now turned to see the approaching cock. Pal took Chris' head with both hands, curled and dropped his hips to line himself up with the lips. He didn't need to say anything. I watched the mouth slide down over Pal's semi-hard-on, then retreat. Each smooth glide of the mouth revealed a cock just a little harder than the last stroke until Pal. I had met a spoilt and neglected girl last September, and in April a vibrant and confident young woman had flashed me. That’s progress, I guess. * * * * * * * * * * * You have to go a long way south to be sure of sunshine in April, but Cyprus seemed to be right in the groove. I’d stumbled off the plane into a warm evening and spent some time arguing with a group of taxi drivers about who should take me where. The winner had driven me at breakneck pace to an underdeveloped fishing village that.