Her legs were up in the air as she tried to find an angle that would let her get deeper. Her pussy juice splattered all over her thighs and belly with...every thrust. She wanted to cum so bad, but she never wanted this feeling to end."You're so much better than my husband," the girl was saying. "That's why I'm fucking you instead. I don't want to fuck anyone else anymore; I only want to fuck you." These words pushed Amy over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed as the orgasm she had. A part of me felt kind of relieved that maybe I won't have to choose anymore. Now that Mike and I are living in our own place, I may not see Jean as much, and the sexual tension might die down.... WRONG.A week goes by after living in our new home, I'm home alone after just getting off work, and Mike won't be off work for another four hours. The doorbell rings not long after I got out of the shower. I go to answer it lo and behold, it's Jean. I invited her in... only to show her around, I. ’ ‘Really?’ I responded. Thinking that maybe he was just making fun of me. But then he responded. ‘Oh yes. I’m hard right now just knowing how you feel. So tell me’ he said. ‘What makes you cry with pleasure?’ ‘Well. We started with you kissing the back of my neck didn’t we? Then you whispered in my ear.’ ‘Oh yes. I remember very well. Can you remember what I whispered?’ ‘You were ready to catch me when my knees melted. Something about how much you want to….’ ‘Yes I do hun’ he wrote. ‘Wrap your. She was saved from almost certain death by the kindness of the mountain Cave Dwellers.’ It was just a matter of time until Glade’s suspicions were confirmed, but she was initially sceptical. She didn’t forget her conversation with the shaman, but she knew that there were many black-skinned people in the southern lands (and, for all she knew, in the north) and this dark woman might not necessarily be Demure. And even if she was, Glade had to consider the love of her husband, her duty to her two.