I glanced to my left, apparently Elizabeth had already awoken and left the room. The sound of the television slowly broke through the haze of my hango...er, and I eventually realized she was downstairs. My wife had cuckolded me last night. The memory of it made me dizzy and flush with aroused confusion. Years of an unscratched itch had led to an explosion of interracial, extramarital lust. I was admittedly a willing participant in her dalliance. I don't know why, really. I suppose over our years. Her pussy was so nice, she didn't have it shaved all the way, just around the opening was shaved and there was a V shaved above it, pretty sexy looking. She told me not to get too much soap inside her. We rinsed and got out and dried. I think she was just as horny as me. She asked if she could come to my room and watch me cum before she went to bed. Of course I agreed. I laid down and started to stroke my already hard cock when she sat on the bed next to me and started to rub her pussy,. But those free moments were rare, she tried to keep busy as often as possible. Every time she had gone into town, she had barely noticed the red and white decorations, so it came as a shock to her that Valentine’s Day was coming up. She had been so wrapped up in her grief and work that she had barely thought of anything else. She thought back to Shane and laughed bitterly. They’re right, breakups do occur the most around Valentine’s Day. I can’t believe him. I loved him. Trusted him. Now look. Everyone knew her as a straight girl but little did they know that she was really hot about lesbian. She had a secret desire for women. In the back of her closet she had a box full of dildos, vibrators, ass plugs, nipple clamps, and other sex toys every kinky girl loves to have. She used them to pleasure herself. Every night she would pull out the toy of her choice, sit in her desk chair, putting one leg over the arm of the chair and watch the sexy girls going horny and wild. Her favorite was.