For awhile I'd play along slightly all they while letting my husband know all that I was doing.That's when I met him. We'll call him Carter to protect...the innocent. Of all the men I had the pleasure of meeting; he was by far the most intriguing. He wasn't exotic or a supermodel. He was just a guy. But it seemed I felt at ease with him when we conversed. He was clever and funny. I remember laughing uncontrollably while we corresponded. It was because of our messages that I moved over to IM. The. .. when to present him with her bottom and cunt to finger as he sat there, drining brandy. He would fuck her while she wore the stilettos : he found her Loboutins especially erotic and loved to feel them against the skin of his back when she wrapped her legs round him as he penetrated her deeply. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt. While we were kissing, I lightly traced a finger across her heretofore unviolated clitoris. The moment my finger made contact, I felt Tiffany’s teeth bite down on my bottom lip. Listen, honey. I want you to just lay here, OK? I’ll take care of you, baby.” I sat up and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it up over her head to expose her young, perfect chest. “No bra, you were really hoping for this weren’t you?” I started to suck on her left breast, while fondling her right one. . She stepped into the shower with me naked, she had a gorgeous body and set to work with the soap as I did with her soaping everything but I didn’t fuck her although I got the distinct impression that she would have liked me to, I soaped and fingered her pussy and had a tentative poke as I slipped my soapy finger into her rectal rose, she jumped at the touch but then came close to me kissing me on the mouth while she got hold of my rampant cock and stroked it a few times then releasing it and.