He was not surprised that I could not figure out who he was. No man in college had ever approached me the way this man did online.He was a friend onl...ne. But he was always horny. And he quickly ferreted out the things that made me horny as well. We would chat back and forth and I would sometimes find myself touching myself and even more as we chatted. He made me feel horny, wanted, sexxxy… and sleazy. But there was no way I was ever going to cheat on Mike. He is the love of my. And nobody called to me or anything, so I decided they must have gone away. That didn't mean I wasn't careful when I finished drying off. I wrapped our biggest towel around me and scampered around getting my clothes. But if anybody had come in, they were gone.I had to go to work before Mark got home from fishing. And he was asleep by the time I got home at twelve-thirty Sunday morning. I'd had my usual ring-around-the-rosy, trying to keep out of Duane's reach. It would have been nice to have. Familiar sight greeted me. The house was still not clean, dirty dishes still filled the kitchen sink but the laundry was done, at least one load. My fat ass wife was bent over trying to pick random junk from the dirty, stained carpet."It needs to be cleaned." I blurted as I noticed her fat, naked hips under thin, white cotton panties. At one time her ass was barely 32 inches wide, tight and delicious. Now it spread to almost 44 inches.Her buttocks had accumulated lot of loose fat that dragged. Fuck, just looking at her body was enough to keep me hard. That firm ass, those thin long legs and those pointed tits. I sat in the car beating off and within a couple of minutes I covered my legs and hand. A few minutes later, the two reappeared and Cindy told me to get in the back seat with Bill. I started to ask why then thought better of it.“Did you cum on this seat you fag?”“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t’ help it looking at you.”“Well, you will pay for that. Never touch that thing unless I.