There was standing my boss. I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home and so we had about three hours to make our own business. I walked to...ards the bedroom and he followed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing to disguise at all. He moved close to me and pushed me back until I fell backwards onto the bed. He pushed up the hem of the negligee, revealing my nice trimmed cunt and pushed his face into it. His rough tongue sent a wave of sexual energy. Actually ... why had I thought that would work?I had Marcie give me head while I thought about it.In my mind, she would immediately have agreed to that hypothetical; she’d have nodded, I could have woken her up, and I soon would have had some idea of how effective making a ridiculous hypothetical come true was.Just as I was about to cum (sucking cock is something that Marcie is particularly skilled at), I realized why I’d thought she would agree to it immediately, despite its far-fetched. It was important he had no reason to think she harboured any suspicions.“How was your lunch?” Eamon asked, cheerfully.“Absolutely superb and no danger of having to cart them off to A&E. They’re getting quite confident about what they can tackle. How was the ‘Drover’s?”“Not as busy as usual. I had Lasagne al Forno. It was very nice.”“I can smell the garlic from here,” said Melanie.The following morning Melanie presented herself at Harriet Greene’s office.“My husband is having an affair with his. And fantasized. Sometimes, while fucking his wife, even when Janice was much younger he even pretended that it was his sister in law he was shoving the cock into and, although he always felt a little bit guilty afterwards, those incestuous musings certainly made for an exciting climax.But to have the girl come right out and ask him a question like that was a different matter, shocking and sordid... and very, very stimulating."Oh, come on, big brother... I wasn't born yesterday," Janice said,.