” Helen looked very apprehensive as she walked back to the first couch and sat down. “How many men have you fucked?” He asked her. She turned an...d looked at Don “Just my husband.” She told him. Helen got up and went to the next couch. “Do you like being fucked doggy-style?” He asked her. Helen shook her head. “We have never done it that way.” Moments later she was sat with the last of the final three men. “I am sure that each one of us guys finds you a challenge. “ He said. “Would you let us. Make her aware that, her actions carry consequences. Sooner or later, the truth about her infidelity will be out and how you act at that moment, will decide whether your marriage will survive or not, just as it did with mine.“Ask her about her fantasy. And if she asks yours, tell her things that will make her open up about her infidelity. Confronting her at the moment will not kill the urge to find love outside marriage. Remember! Forbidden fruit only tastes good as long as it is. I mean, how do you separate these things? I missed his body. His strong legs. His wondrous lips. All right, his big hard cock, okay? I missed the shuddering sweaty orgasms, the three AM seductions, the telephone calls. The panties he purchased and sent me from wherever he went. I missed discovering him in the shower, eyes closed, cock in hand. I didn’t miss the lies, the smell of slut on his body, the devious evasions. I didn’t enjoy the wrong numbers. I didn’t like the sudden extensions of his. Then on one lazy Sunday, I was going out for lunch and I saw this stunningly beautiful girl next door. I took my eyes off her and locked my door. And the best part was that she started the conversation.“Excuse me, I just moved in here to my apartment. If you don’t mind, could I have a glass of water?”I replied, “Yes, of course” and invited her to my apartment.I gave her a glass of water and I couldn’t help but notice her armpits with hairs, which excited me. She was wearing a peach coloured.