“But…you don’t like that,” he answered back sceptically. “Well,” she continued, her body shuddering from my relentless thrusting. “I f...el naughty tonight.” Ryan smiled in response, his wordless reaction acting as answer enough. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to cum,” he said a couple minutes later. “I might have had a little bit too much to drink.” I laughed to myself. I had been in similar situations before. In fact, if I had been sober that night I probably would have cum the very. If she found out on her own, it would destroy our marriage. I hoped that by confessing I had a chance to save us. Not a good chance, but a chance anyway.I got home on Saturday and Alyssa was very glad to see me. After what had happened I didn't want to make love to her so I pretended to have a cold or the flu or something. I wasn't sure if I had used protection when I had sex with that stripper and I didn't want to expose Alyssa to any type of STD. She insisted on taking care of me and babied. Istirred, and reached over to where she was, and snuggledclose to her. She turned on her side and took me in herarms. Her skin was refreshingly cool, which always feelspleasant. I touched her upper back on her right sidevery lightly, knowing about her erogenous zone there.After a few moments I heard her breathing deepen.“How many did you do today?” I asked, meaning how manyinmates did she discipline.“Four,” she whispered. “They were all. Presently, she heard the man fumbling around at the dashboard, then heard the click-whine of a CD being inserted. Suddenly, industrial metal music began to blast from the speakers at an ear-splitting volume, and she winced at the sudden racket, although she was very grateful that it was metal music. She had always loved heavy metal, but had a weak spot for classical and Bollywood music as well. Everything else she disliked to degrees that varied from mild irritation (rap and hip-hop) to.