I had come home early from a course I had attended in London, hoping to surprise her and I certainly achieved that particular aim. I sneaked up to our...bedroom and thought I could hear the TV. I was wrong. When I opened the door, there was Sylvie, her legs wide, her mane of golden hair spread across the pillows and a red head bobbing between her thighs. The situation was made worse when I realised her companion was wearing my nightdress – the special one I wore because it made Sylvie so horny. I. I have no idea what I would have said to him if he'd called. I'd have been terrified that he'd know from the sound of my voice that I'm being unfaithful.Thoughts of my poor husband were pushed from my lust fogged mind as I prepared to go to bed with his supervisor. I'm extremely relieved because it became immediately obvious my earlier fears of being left in my present horny state were groundless. We undressed and I took heart when I noticed Josh's cock growing as he watched me make the bed in. It felt good. She then circle my penis head with her tongue and deep-throat the shit out my cock. “Ahhhhh, shit, fuck yea baby, treat that cock like I’m a king baby” She went up and down, up and down on my cock and made slurp sound after slurp sound. I stroke my fingers thru her long hair as she handled my penis. She then looked up at me and said “Mmmm I am so ready to feel your cock inside my pussy.” “Cmon then baby, daddy is waiting for you.” She leaned back up and quickly took off her pants. The only thing that would drown my sadness was sex and lots of it. If I wasn’t fucking my boyfriend senseless, I would masturbate myself to sleep. I knew I should have been studying for midterms, but I couldn’t concentrate. I was becoming a sex-a-holic and needed to fuck as often as I could. Sex didn’t solve my problems, but it certainly took away my sadness. I pulled up my hood of my jacket as I took one last look at the waves. I could see the white foam on the sand and little else. The days.