It was winter so fully dark by the time I arrived home. My wife wouldn’t be expecting me for another hour, so I snuck in through the back gate and i...to the garden. Settling in a spot by the glass patio door, through which I had a perfect view of Marcus on the couch watching TV, I sat waiting patiently for the carnal frivolities to begin.Marcus was sprawled on the couch and turned his head almost lazily towards the sound of his mother entering the room. He was wearing his school uniform with his. I got out my cell phone and snapped about six pictures before the happy couple noticed me. She looked at me with the same guilty expression I saw when I confronted her about the end of our less than two year marriage.My name is Bernard Charles Compton, Bernie to my sister, nieces, mother, (dad passed a few years before) and ex-wife. She is Carol Riggles (former Compton nee Smithers) I am 33, and she is 31. The man she was with is my soon to be soon to be ex-business partner Randy Langston. We. Rebecca is in control, riding me at her own speed. I grab hold of her breast and begin to suck on one. She moans, but is quieter than at my apartment, no kids to hide from there. “You fuck me so much better than Tim, I needed this cock all day,” she moans out. “You feel so fucking good Rebecca!” I tell her as I stop sucking her breast. It’s hard to describe how good she feels, it’s as if her pussy was molded for me. I fit her perfectly, her wetness allows her to take me all the way to the base.. ” “What would that be?” “If any of you guys manage to enter the High Mile Club, while at work.” The question was made and his deep throaty laugh just pitched my arousal to the roof. “Oh, yes, I could say we all do, it’s kind of a tradition.” He answered while his eyes traveled through my curvy body, without missing a single detail, my big cleavage, my short skirt and my petite figure, as if calculating. “That must be quite exciting.” My breath was getting heavier and my chest heaved so.