I have seen how that little slutty receptionist looks at him. How he is always "bumping" into the divorcee across the street.I can come up with ten th...ousand different ways that what I am doing is a lot less worse than what he is doing.But why do I feel this is just a rationalization to excuse my actions? Am I just trying to convince myself?Week 8I really miss my friends. In the beginning, the totally exclusive, utterly secretive nature of my affair was one of its biggest appeals. It's was the. Even though I know she was tired, my wife could not stop her natural desire to meet every thrust of cock into her pussy. I figured my wife had enough and I never did take a turn that evening, I just staightened up her clothes enough to get her out to the car and head home. Nothing was said during the ride home or after my wife showered and came to bed. We just went to sleep. The next morning my wife acted as if nothing had happened the evening before. We never discussed anything about the prior. She moaned and started to hump me, taking me in and pushing me out in a slow, building rhythm. I grabbed her ass, urging her to speed up, gently at first, but with more vigor as we went on.“Oh, baby, fuck her, baby. Make her cum, baby.” Rita was very close, not quite enough to interrupt our passionate embrace, but clearly intent on watching us go all the way to the finish line.Claire drew back, looked down at me, still rocking on my dick. “I love her here and watching, seeing us fuck right here. But I'm not a prude, and I guess I'll be doing them soon, so naturally I was interested to hear all about your experiences. Like--well, like sucking pricks." She blushed again. "It sounds real good. I was wondering--do you suck a guy's cock until he shoots in your mouth?" Sure--that's the yummy part." Do you swallow it?" asked Rachel, fascinated."Fucking right, I swallow it!" Gee--what's it taste like?"Marylou cocked her head and gazed at Rachel thoughtfully. "Want to find out?" she asked."Me?.