It felt really hot that I had let another man fuck me and you didn't know. I decided I wasn't going to tell you, and I wouldn't have done if you hadn'...t pushed me. Paul was still hard and he asked if he could fuck me again. I told him I wished he could but I had to get back to you. So we kissed and he pulled out, which still felt good, and we dressed and I came back in here."I was trying to process all this. Jane had come harder with him than she had with me and she would have let him fuck her. They were a competitor and I wanted them out of my way. She was one of the "suits" sitting opposite my team and me; she was introduced as the personal assistant to the Mr. Doan, owner of the company.Kathleen reminded me of an Irish spring time; young and fresh. She was very attractive with her deep auburn hair and striking green eyes that can bore a hole through you like a laser. I guess I have a fetish for women with classic Irish looks. At 5' 9 she is tall and carried herself erect not trying. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her pussy sucked at my cock. I groaned at the wondrous feel of her cunt.“That’s better, slave!” Nathalie said, her braided pigtail spilling across her cheek as she smacked the lamia again.“Ride him hard, slave!” Greta added, her pillowy breasts pressing tighter against me as she added her own spank to the lamia’s red ass.“So hard!” Zanyia yowled and slammed her cunt back down my dick.I shuddered at the hot grip of her snatch sliding up and. " I'm here for that."She sighed. "First, this isn't YOUR fault. Apparently my husband has been doing this woman for years. All this time I thought that the reason he was so distant with me was that I'd changed. Okay, I have changed. I'm older. I've gained weight. But so has he." She sat back a bit on the sofa. "But that started YEARS ago, and I was twenty pounds slighter, and quite a few wrinkles younger. And he still..."I was supposed to listen."Ellie ran into them while she was on a DATE.".