I thought Mary and I were the perfect couple with the perfect marriage, but apparently I was wrong.We had planned a barbecue for Saturday afternoon an... we had a dozen people coming over. Mary and I had spent a busy morning setting up the backyard and getting things ready. The guests started arriving and it looked like it was going to be great afternoon.And then the phone rang. The bad part of doing a good job in climbing the corporate ladder is that the higher you climb, the more that is. I stood under the cold shower , washing the smell of clorox from my hair. My desires got the best of me and I laid on the tub with my legs up in the air, as I positioned my hungry pussy under the cold stream of water. The pressure from the faucet sent shocks through my body, my hands now tugging at my stiff nipples. My orgasm building, all I had to do was picture Mario’s hard dick inside me and boom, I exploded… My clit now sensitive hurt under the water, I pulled away in a hurry. Unable to. “Bad does not begin to describe what you just did woman. But I like bad girls. Wicked girls. And you just passed the test. You are a married slut, just my type of woman.” As if to emphasize the word slut, he slapped her ass hard as he spoke it, and she shrieked and jumped as the pain shot through her nerves straight to her cunt, which was now flooding with her juices. Her husband had just filled her with his cum, but her body was again preparing itself to be fucked. As if by reflex her hands. Those dick-heads from the NIS are outside drooling all over the deck wanting to talk to you. How about I let them in so they can rake your flabby old ass over the coals?" You'd let them at me while I'm convalescing?" I asked in a hurt voice. She just smirked so I guess she would. "Fine Miss Crabby-pants go ahead and show the agents in. By the way do I need a lawyer?" They didn't say anything when they were talking to us," she shrugged. "Why? You know any?" I could probably kick over a few.