This bothered me at first, but as our relationship hit snags we tried things and one of the things we did was I had her dirty talk about fucking other... guys and I had her bring up Nathan. I even had her call out his name while we fucked. She told me all about how he would wear these leather pants while bartending and he had this perfect body with this huge cock that could be seen through his leather pants and girls would go crazy for him. She would tell me how good it felt to be stretched out. "She silenced me with a look. "It's the only way," she told me. "Unless you'd rather wait for the cops?" I shook my head. I just couldn't let that happen. I'd do whatever it took to get out of there...My ankles wobbled a bit despite the fact that the heels were only three inches. The only shoes that would fit me, she'd said. I'd gotten upset when she'd started in on my face with the heavy makeup, but she'd given me a drink to calm me down and reminded me about the police. Since then, everything. Our eyes met in the semidark of the room, dawning realization in hers, love in mine.-----------------------------I groaned softly as I turned on my pad on the dock. My thigh was really aching. The warm sunlight was only slightly helping the pulled muscle from yesterday's hike. "I'm getting too old for this," I murmured to myself.A soft voice appeared from nearby. "Do you want some help with that thigh?"I gasped, sat up and looked around. Nobody was in the house, but then I saw the smiling. She had woken the following morning alone in her bed with a slight hangover; a sticky, well-used body, and an extreme sense of anguish and remorse at what she had done to betray her loving husband. Surprisingly, she had felt extremely relaxed in the meetings the rest of the day, her demeanour and mood giving the intended impression to her colleagues of a woman at the 'top of her game' who was not someone to be messed with in the slightest.Travelling back to London a couple of days later, she.