I slid slowly down on his cock and gyrated rhythmically on his wonderful cock. He lay back on the bed as I fucked him cowgirl style. He began to play ...ith my tits, teasing my nipples expertly. We continued fucking like this for what seemed an eternity. He would whisper that I was filthy married slut who loved to be fucked by strangers. He said I wanted all the cock and spunk I could get. He said that I would love to be fucked up the ass and pussy at the same while sucking another dick. I was. After organising brilliant meetings, everything colour coded and filed, neat stuff like that. Not so efficient though, a plan was made. It all came down to one thing (so much pride had to be swallowed). They needed a man. The search was on for their man (servant not hero). The big box started to pulse the bright beam of light, and waited.Close to a month after the big massive grey metal box appeared (estimated by some men to be two by two by two (length × width × height) kilometres in size). He was so tall and lanky, he had to stoop down to hug me hello. I have a weakness for men that are tall and lean; he was 6'4. For me, it was lust at first sight. We brushed lips lightly and I felt the telltale tingle of desire in my core. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was 25, virile and endearingly shy in the ways that were sexy. When he smiled at me, crinkling the corners of his bright blue eyes, my heart flip flopped in my chest.We engaged in small talk. How was my flight? How was my. Suddenly, Mr. Professor started attending seminars leaving his lonely wife alone. Seminars were just pretext for fucking his sister-in-law.Meanwhile, his sister-in-law introduced a new man in the life of her sister – a roadside goon. A rich, lonely married lady is the best prey. She, like a fool, pounced upon it. Both were unaware of the big plan. And on the D-Day, the door struck open and after a few gunshots, the rest was history.The sister-in-law was now the sole owner of all the property.