Carol denied everything. Now it gets weird for me.I started to follow her. She was fucking guys from work, from church and any other men that attrac...ted her. I snuck around and watched when I could. Other times I would just wait outside the house or motel.It excited me! I had no idea I was weird. I confronted her and she said: So what? I still love only you. I just like fucking strange guys! And I accepted it.She would come home and tell me all about it. I would get excited and want to fuck. I was happy that he had!As we sat in the restaurant and ate dinner, it felt both strange, as well as exciting to be setting at the same table with the with the man that had just fucked my wife, and in our room, and on our bed; but I enjoyed that curious sensation very much! I kept playing the image of Omar fucking Marta as I'd stood peeking through the Venetian blinds earlier; and I clearly remembered the forcefulness of his thrusts, as he literally pounded Marta's pussy like he was trying to. Foster up. So she froze… with her hand on that pretty little teacher’s naked tit. By god… she’s soft. Much softer than Yvonne. And her face is so adorable. Mrs. Foster’s eyelids and their long, dark lashes, were twitching. She was dreaming. Happy dreams she hoped. Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She’d been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she’d touched another woman in all those years. It felt good.. I was quickly disabused of these notions, Anthony (Math and Physics) was Rachel's (Chemistry) husband, and he seemed to be very much in love, and/or unwilling to do anything outside of his marriage bed; he didn't come across as too much of a pussy-whipped sissy-boy. Chris (English Literature and Drama) fell into the 'don't ask, don't tell' category, he most likely would happily roll over, and take it where the sun didn't shine. Alain (French and modern history) was now old enough that the only.