As I was sucking him I felt his one hand go down pulling my dress up in back pulling my thong from between my cheeks pushing at first one then two fin...er back and forth in my ass going all the way in wiggling them causing me to suck him more rolling my hip to my ass being fingered. His hips began to pump more to my face with him pushing my head up and down in rhythm to his pumps with his other hand, he began to breath hard as I went at it even faster with him moaning my name "oh Monica" then I. I had been pretty much discreet every time I fucked David; so, I could not imagine how my beloved cuckold hubby knew about it…"On your knees, slut" Victor barked at me.I shivered and my own knees quickly buckled as I fell to the floor. "Now this is supposed to be a punishment for you; but if you do not want it my way…so I can punish this bastard in any other way…”Victor’s voice sounded as a terrible menace…I shook my head frantically and crawled over to my lover.I then looked back at Victor,. A few days later, I was in the store alone and Joe (the upholsterer-not his real name) had a couch up on a table working on it while I was in a chair on the other side away from the window side. He continued working and was having small talk when he asked if I saw Rich today and I said “no”. It was then that he turned towards me and said that he works hard, and his wife is sick, and he doesn’t get to fool around with her. Then he said, “I don’t know what to do about this”. And he pulled open. It all felt amazing and made that good pain came back. It was the same feeling I had only felt with Mr. Jones. I caught myself fantasizing for the first time about him as I played with and explored this new version of me. "I wonder what he would have done if I brushed my hand up against his thing" "I wonder if he was hard" "I bet you he would have enjoyed me kissing on it." "I wonder if I asked him if he would have shown it to me." "I wonder if we would have done anything if he didn't have to.