And it was me who had inflicted it.I had confessed immediately; there had been no point in denying my husband’s accusation; it was true and there wa... more he could have accused me of too.“How many times have you fucked him in secret? Pete asked.“Half a dozen,” I told him as truthfully as I could.“When?”“I’ve not gone to the gym for a few weeks. I’ve been going to see him.”“On top of your fuck-dates? Three times a week?”He was incredulous. I just nodded.“Jesus Penny! How much sex do you need?”“I. The tip of a red fingernail circled the pink nub with deliberate patience while her sons breathing quickened with his fathers fingers. Joy pushed her ass back into her moms wet pussy and felt the wetness on her exposed cheeks. Ewwww! Mommy! Did you pee yourself!? the little girl cried as her mother gently pinched the nipple encased by the red nails. Joy jumped at the sudden pinch and rubbed the nubbin tenderly. That hurt! Sara licked her lips with want as she could see her husband fondling. I scrambled for more singles and fed them into the machine, no longer even caring what was on the screen.I heard him then knock on Stacy and the stranger's door and say the same thing. "Keep going," the stranger told her and I saw him pull a wad a one-dollar bills from his pants on the floor and feed the machine. He had plenty of them, so it looked like he could stay there indefinitely. I, on the other hand, only had about ten left. I didn't know exactly how much time that would get me, but I. But forget that," I curled away from him. "I want to take a nice long nap in this delicious robe."Three days later he came in my room, but without the chess mat or the backgammon briefcase. He came bearing the laundered parts of my old bathing suit. "Time for my stinky girl to get another shower."He led me there, and I liked the attention, the innocent but poignant lay of his hands. My brother got me mostly clean, and then I finished up again. After he left me alone for the finishing touches, I.