Who nurses you like a princess and fucks like a whore, that's Dona!After more than 10 months of sighting, every meeting we had at least once a week re...ulted in a four-eye conversation, life-support support, and most of all whenever we found ourselves enjoying sex, the sex she hoped for was eager to wait and I could hardly wait to feel all the magic of it. Talking to him by saying that he had never met a person like myself and did not feel that someone was going to end it without touching his. I grabbed my husband’s white button down dress shirt that was hanging in the closet. I slipped on shoes. My husband never said a work. Every action I took was teasing us both, and putting me closer to getting fucked by another man while my husband stayed at home waiting for me.Mike stayed silent, calling my bluff. He did’t think I had the guts to leave the house at 2:30am and go fuck someone else. Hell, I didn’t think I had the guts either, but the smile on my husband’s face, waiting for me to. The doorbell jingled as the door shut behind him. Looking toward the cash register near the front of the store, John gave a weak half wave as he walked toward the back of the store along one of the aisles. Nothing caught his attention at first. Nothing that is until he reached the back of the store. There among toasters and other random relics of a by-gone era sat what could only be called a genie's lamp.Now, John was no fool. He knew damn well genies were not real but he also felt a strange. To those of you that want some more of the series Horse club it will be coming soon. When I started this story I wanted to write a revenge story. I know it will probably get lots of negative feedback just for the way it is written. I think this story was influenced by all those B movies I watched back in the 70’s where there were a lot of vigilante justice movies where the hero of the story just blew away the bad guy. So be warned. ***** Even though I was a bit nervous this day was turning out.