I was sitting on in the arm chair, and she went and sat on the settee opposite me. No sooner had she sat down when she started to softly cry. I was no...t expecting that. Getting up from my chair, I went and sat next to Stella to give her comfort, putting my arm around her. She rested her head on my my chest as she told me what was on her mind. She was lonely, and desperate to talk with someone. Having only just moved into the area, she did not know anybody. As she told me about her woes, her hand. His chest was cut, chiseledmuscular perfection, his shoulders broad and strong. His legs were powerfuland thick. I became aware of the glistening of his skin; the sweat stillclung to him from the work out. I became aware of his scent... the strongpungent post-work-out scent of his sweat, of the pheromones wafting andexuding pure a****l lust. That scent more than anything else affected me inways I was not yet aware. Without speaking he grabbed my head, I was still seated, he simplepushed his. Hard. She pulled them forward until they slipped from between my fingers, causing me to gasp in surprise. Miss Tara repeated this two or three more times. I could feel myself becoming moist.I moaned in disappointment when she backed off. She slapped my butt and said, "Get down on all fours and crawl in front of the couch, I want to watch some TV, and I need a footstool." Yes, Miss, Tara."Oh, God, she was going to use me as a footstool. I crawled over to the couch and she sat down, put her feet. .and met a girl a good bit younger than me going through a marriage split.We met a few times and then started fucking. She is kinky dirty in everything. I drive everywhere she blows me and swallows. She hot sexy and dirty but we also connect.So i end up ending it with my friend and my wife...It was harder ending it with my friend. All of a sudden I knew why I never reacted to the affairs....i didn't care I had never been happy and married because i felt i would never do better.This new girl had.