The thoughts continued, to the best of my memory, but we all know that we never remember things they way they happened. My thoughts may have exaggerat...d the memory, but regardless it still had the same effect. I was wet. And you were not here. My mind shut out the noises around me and my breathing began to increase. My hands began to wonder my own body, imagining the very thought that they were yours. I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up my phone out of habit and texted you. “Honey, I. ’ ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ ‘Yes. But I can’t do that to Stephanie.’ ‘How often do you fantasize about me?’ ‘A few times a month. I’m starting to get aroused now,’ she said. That was clear, she’d begun rubbing the insides of her thighs. ‘That’s okay, Nicole. I want you to start fantasizing about me more. When you masturbate, I want you to think about me once a week or more. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes.’ I didn’t see Nicole every week. I wanted a way to make sure that she was doing what I was. .” I didn't really know how to express the turmoil of emotions that I was experiencing. I wanted to reassure Vera, but I also wanted to fuck Suzanne again, and again.“It's OK, Bill. While she's here you and she can sleep in the guest room together. I'll just have to trust that you wont forget all the good times that we have had together.”Not knowing how to thank Vera, I went to her, pulled her to her feet and hugged and kissed her harder than I had kissed her for a long time.Then I said, “And. I lost control and humped upwards, forcing my cock head deep into her throat, and soon erupted. As she suckled and gulped down my cum, I opened my eyes to enjoy the last few seconds of having my cum swallowed. There, staring at me was my wife, hands on hips, giving me a death stare. She turned and headed upstairs before I could utter a word.“Sweetheart, I have to go to her and try to fix this”.“Okay daddy”.As I approached the master bedroom door, I thought I heard sobbing, so I approached.