I blushed.Great. Even my cheeks were pink.***The next night, dinner was ruined.Cleon had made a salmon, with clam chowder and a side of kale. Healthst...ff. But Belinda didn't come home. Oh she would stop and have a drinkwith Jill sometimes, but she always called to let him know she would belate. Not this time.The clock moved on, and he grew irritated, then concerned, then worried.Seven digits on the cell phone. Was that too much to ask? He turned onthe TV to see if they said anything about a car. Pulled her knees up, and opened her legs wide. She had not done that for the other guys. I was special and she didn’t tell me that it was time to stop either. My whole hand was wet and all of my fingers had been in her pussy even my thumbs.Then she asked, “Do you want to fuck me? It’s still your birthday…until midnight. You are thirteen, you are the man of the house, and now you can pretend to my husband too. That is if you want too.”I undressed and climbed up between her legs. Mom helped me. By now, all reasonable, logical thought left my mind. The idea of getting caught in the middle of intercourse, the cheating on both our parts, the kids, everything…..went out the window. I was totally consumed in this moment with a woman I have truly loved and lusted for over a decade. Nothing else mattered. As I stood up, I put one arm behind her back and whisked her off her feet. Tabitha let out a squeal of surprise. “I’ve never been carried like this before” she giggled. Tabitha wrapped. ?Don’t suppose I could persuade you to let me out for a bit? No one needs to know.?Sam shook her head. ?You know the drill, Tiff. You go, I call them, and you are grounded for a month. Just do your time and they’ll forget all about? whatever it is you did to piss them off this time.? ?It sucks. They treat me like a kid.? She pouted. ?Well stop acting like one, hun.? Sam sighed. ?They are only trying to look after you. Some of those friends you hang around with rare not exactly A-level academics.