We moved in together the second year and I wascompletely surrounded by her feminine finery every day. I would try onher panties or a bra or even a dre...s or skirt when she was shopping orat church or out with the girls but that was about it. Her clothes fitme perfect so I didn't have to buy anything for myself. This stoppedthough when she complained the waistband on one of her elastic skirt wasstretched out. My gut was a little larger than my wife, Melissa's and Iguess I did stretch t out over. He is tall, with dark hair and sapphire blue eyes, a hard body and nice arse. He stops what he is doing when he sees me. I have my eyes half closed watching his reaction as his eyes go wide and his mouth slack.He does not know I have seen him, so I continue my desire of making myself come, thinking about what my fuck buddy whispers in my ear. The fucking things he wants to do to me and what he wants me to do to his cock and balls with my wet mouth. I am rubbing my finger up and down while. You cheated on your wife, and not just once, but again and again and again. You stole from your company to shower me with all those _lovely_ gifts. In fact, you even hired a thug to beat up a guy you thought was trying to take your 'little missy'. Oh, it was _so_ sweet of you to be so generous and so protective. And you couldn't resist, could you?Don't lie. I _know_ the answer. Of course you couldn't resist. After all, I'm your dream girl. I'm everything you've always fantasized about. . No one else would have heard it...only these four.The japanese woman's eyes lit up, a little with hope, mostly with fear,as the two men turned to face the interuption. One, holding a bloodyknife, about to stab the woman. The looks on their faces turned fromshock, to an angry scowl. "Wha' 'ave we 'ere?" the one with the knifeasked, a thick british accent to his voice. "Anotha' nigga bloke? Wha'?You think your' gonna be a 'ero?"The skinnier one, holding the japanese woman started to laugh. "Carve.