The man waved her over and Jessica approachedhim, she didn't know his name. "You look fantastic as always," the mancomplimented her. "Err, thanks," Je...sica replied smiling awkwardly."Ready for the shoot?" the man asked. Jessica nodded. "Great, follow me,"he said and Jessica followed.They walked along a corridor before entering the room. It was big andbright with lots of windows. There was a section parted of by somecurtains which Jessica guessed was the wardrobe area. In the middle weresome. He laid on top of me; I felt his full weight. He was heavy but not too heavy; his mouth was near my ear; I felt his breath, hear his exhaustion, Carl whispers, "Wow Roger; you have a tight ass, I cannot believe you took all of my cock." Mary sat back in the chair; I looked at her; I had a smile on my face, and so did she. My ass contracted liked having a bowel movement, squeezing Carl's cock out. I feel wetness between my legs and figured Carl's cum leaking from of my hole. Carl rolled off me,. One evening she called and we talked about just about everything for over 3 hours. She invited me out one weekend to her place(70 miles away) so I went being curious as to what she had in mind. After dinner and two bottles of wine she let me to her bedroom and the next thing I knew she was on her knees sucking my cock and then I put her on the bed and undressed her while she was still sucking. When I pulled off her panties she was so wet it was running down her legs....and that only made me. While we are all climbing into the car, I confess my exhaustion to be because of work, and they are satisfied with this explanation. At least I think they are satisfied because they are fighting over which seats to sit in and emptying their bags into the car. Driving home, the children playing and bickering in the back, I am struck again by my situation. If my husband has not actually cheated on me, what do I accuse him of? Why do I feel so deeply betrayed? Could he really be interested in.