"I was just really horny." I said. Well, it was most of the truth.A few minutes later I got up, took a shower and made him breakfast before he went of... to work. Five minutes after he was out the door, I was in my car heading to the hotel where Jake and I had planned on meeting. I walked in and asked for the key that my husband, Mr. Smith, had left for me and quickly stole up the stairs to room 227.At the door I hesitated. Was I really going to go through with this? Was I going to let my cousin. “They say yes and allow us in, we check for forensics. They say yes and don’t allow us in, I get a warrant. They say no, and I have proof they are lying, that’s a felony, obstruction of justice. Between that and bloodwork that shows drugs involved, we can go to a judge and get a warrant. We get in and do forensics. We get their computers and phones and accounts and passwords, and we track down everybody who was at the party. Then we start taking people down to the station and questioning. She looked extremely inviting and sensuous as the top of her stocking showed as she walked and I knew that it was inevitable that her pussy would also be exposed throughout the evening.Our friend arrived and we proceeded to have dinner and carry on small talk. Throughout the evening the conversation would occasionally touch on the subject of sex and a multitude of comments and compliments were made on the sensuality of my wife that evening. By the size of the bulge in front of our friends pants. Her hand gripped his cock as she groaned into his lips. His precum smeared across her flat belly as she writhed.Such a beautiful woman. So mature and gorgeous, her body kept in great shape to please my father. Her pussy tasted like Heaven. The sweetest sin. Why did Allah make pussy taste so good and then forbid women from eating it?Why did he make me into a slut?I squeezed my eyes shut, pumping my fingers faster and faster. My own cunt dripped juices, aching to be filled. But I ignored my own.