The gist was, ‘I may be married, but I’m not dead yet.’ I read for a while and enjoyed reading the interaction and the flirting that was going o.... Then a message popped up on my screen. It began so simply. I sent a short polite response to that message. The next day he sent another e-mail acknowledging mine, filled with small talk. I responded. He was so easy to talk to. Slowly the volume built until it was an almost daily event, something to look forward to in an otherwise very mundane life.. Her husband’s outline could be seen in the background with his back to her.Priya: Your turn!Manish was turned on just by the look on her face. Aphrodisiac was dripping from her pouted lips with the look of a seductress in her eyes. He didn’t even need to look at her cleavage when his manhood started gaining an erection.He looked again at her complete picture and stroked his dick a couple of times and it stood up in all its glory. He took a picture of his dick and sent it to her.Priya: That is a. Do you?" Kristy timidly asked.She was enjoying this, and at the moment I couldn't complain either. I was immensely turned on. My dick swelled to its full 8 inches as she raised her skirt up past her wide hips. I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath as she straddled my thighs while maintaining eye contact with me. I could see faint traces of dried semen between her plush legs.My pre-cum wet her palm as she lined my dick up to her adulterous pink hole. She gasped slightly as my. It’s going to be wonderful for you.”“But not you.”“This isn’t about me.”“God fucking damn it.” She stood angrily and put the partially empty champagne flute back way too hard on the trolley. Her hand missed the center and the glass broke against the edge of the cart. The glass shattered and a small piece of it embedded in her palm. I immediately saw the blood welling and terrified she would get it on her robe I grabbed the hand and pressed it to my shirt to soak up the blood and put pressure on.