“Peter! Are you still there? What are you doing? She asked, snapping me out of my daydream. “Are you thinking about what you did earlier, you fuck...ng adulterer? You fucked my face, ……do you remember?” she teased devilishly. “You flooded my dirty mouth with your hot cum, didn’t you?” By now I was pumping my fist ashamedly up and down my hard cock as I listened to this filthy whore audaciously recalling our crude encounter. I wanted her to keep talking, to remind me of every detail of the. Talk,” he says as he invites himself in. I guess I should have blocked the door. Too late. Now I am going to have to talk to him.“Talk? About what?” I glance at the door and see him closing it behind him. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable, claustrophobic even. He takes a step closer and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.“Brian I’ve stopped drinking. You know, it was just too much for me,” I start, just wanting to tell him to go away.“Really? That’s okay I guess. You don’t need to be drunk. Then I noticed her neck and cleavage as she was wearing a loose t-shirt. It made me feel excited and I moved my hand from her shoulder to her neck. And I also bent toward her, looking at her lips which were dry.I moved closer toward my yahoo chat friend and touched my lips on her lips. She was breathing heavily and continued to hold my hand tightly. It was our first kiss.Now I started caressing her arms and asked her to react. The married woman opened her eyes and got up from the sofa. I asked. After supper was cleaned up, the kids settled in for some TV and I grabbed a shower. Lisa was finishing something up on the computer when I popped in to get out my trail maps. I noticed that she quickly deleted something and logged off when I came into the room. I made out like I didn't see it, while I rummaged through the closet. She smiled and left the room, so I quietly hit the shutdown cancel button. After making sure she was downstairs, I opened her mail. There was nothing in the inbox,.