Uhm...adultery? Was she doing this with other guys before she started up with you?"Petar held his hands out, palms toward me, and said, "Donnie, who k...ows what goes on in the head of a sexy married woman? She told each of us we were her first affair, so how would we know whether to believe her about her past? But one time she started to tell me a story about a big party she had with some other guys a long time ago, but she shut up in the middle of telling it. So I don't know."That made sense to. Then there was that hotel deal; they had just closedit, closed it together. It was Bostons deal of thedecade, possibly two decades, and she was equallyresponsible for its success. Christine was now more,much more than a secretary. Afterward in the privacy of their then modest office,they celebrated with champagne. Their business futureas well as their lives were determined in a mereinstant as they glanced deeply into each others eyes.All at once that emotional fire that had been buildingbetween. She quickly became a lot wetter when I started finger fucking her .At different intervals I would bring my cum coated fingers up rubbing her clit watching her push her hips off the bed and moan. Finally her legs lifted her butt up and a lot of liquid started spewing out of her pussy.It was soaking my hands and her legs and the bed as there was a lot. I have never seen anything like it,she had released my cock by now and grabbed my waist as she cried loudly. Her legs were trembling as the. ” Her smile reminded me of a predator’s open mouth after a kill. She leaned in close to me. The scent of lilacs was bringing tears to my eyes and I thought I might sneeze on her again. But what she said chilled me to the bone.“I didn’t kill Simon, Dag,” she whispered. “You did. You with the help of that stupid blonde twit he thought the world of. I told you where the trigger was for the explosives on his plane. She spelled it out for you. F-8-e-d-2-d-1-e. When you sent the signal, the plane.