He must have found her g-spot. “Middle and first,” Sarah replies to his question. “When was the last time you were touched there?” he asks. �...48 hours ago by my boyfriend,” she answers him, smiling at Peter. “Guess he used more than just his fingers...” is his reply. Sarah thinks back to the wild sex they had two days ago. “YES!” Peter has been fingering her trough out this whole conversation. Her juices run down his fingers making his whole hand wet. Her pussy feels so warm and moist. He loves. The front of his shirt opened, teasing him with glimpses of her belly and the valley between her breasts. He sat up and pushed it off her shoulders, bringing her mouth to his as it landed on the bed. ‘Thank you,’ he murmured, flipping her on her back, her legs around his waist as he ravaged her mouth. ‘But they’re not really underwear.’ He continued kissing her, trailing his lips across her brow, the tip of her nose, back to her mouth for a kiss so hot it was a wonder his hair didn’t catch on. ‘Has he ever hit you before tonight?’ ‘He’s never hit me like that but…like I told the cops…he had a habit of pushing me into the bed or that couch over there…then he’d force himself sexually. I think he got off doing that when he was mad.’ ‘Was it only when he was drunk?’ ‘No, sometimes he’d just be mad about something I did or didn’t do. We’d argue and the next thing I knew I was being pushed around and eventually having miserable sex with him. Of course he always seemed to have at least a. I could not believe that I just heard my wife fuck another man. My mind was racing but everything else had just stopped. Even the cars outside my office window all seemed to have frozen in time and space. What was I going to do? Does my wife even love me? Do I need to get a lawyer? I thought I knew my wife. The room suddenly started to spin and I slumped over my desk. Was I going to puke? "Honey...honey...HONEY! Are you there?" said my wife over the phone line. I was brought back to reality and.