She was aware that splitting what I had would probably bankrupt me in the long run. No matter what she took there was no way I'd be able to run my bus...ness without it all. We stayed married. We tried counseling, therapy. Everything. Eventually I started to learn to live with the fact that my wife was a cheating whore.The more I think about it the worse I feel. It was hard enough to rationalize being upset about sex when it was just a thought in my head. Now that I can see and hear them as. As I turn around the corner another man is coming the other way readingsomething on his cell phone and accidentally walks right into me.Knocking the ice and the contents of my purse onto the floor. Both of usstood there in a state of surprise. For a moment we gazed into eachother's eyes.He begins to apologize saying how clumsy he was and how he should havewatched where he was going. I smile and softly said not to worry andbend down carefully in my short skirt to get my purse . He stoops. I squat down and smell my baby girls freshly washed ass and pussy. Spreading your ass cheeks, I gently kiss your ass getting closer and closer to your rectum. All of a sudden you feel my tongue push past your asshole and your knees tremble. I stop after a minute before we get too carried away. I tell you that we’re going out for dinner and you need to wear a dress that isn’t too tight because I want easy access to your body while we’re out. We go into your closet to see what you have that suits. After the meal they decided to go to Emma's apartment. Emma claimed she didn't have a car so Robert gave her a lift. When they arrived, Robert noticed she had a half address, 32 1/2 Carver Ave, a small apartment in the side of an old commercial building. Entering her Apartment, Emma went over to the corner, threw some jazz on and then went to the wet bar making Robert another bourbon and herself a glass of red wine. Returning, she half stumbled into Robert's arms and giggled saying, "I'm sorry,.