I always suspected my husband was cheating on me out of town and that was the reason for the few extra days delay. He was going to shack up with some ...bar-bimbo he picked up and bedded on the expense of the company account. Today was the day I was going to confront him about his infidelity when he called. I expected him to call in about a half hour, after his young brother, Douglas got home, so he could say hi to him to.As I sat on my couch with my mind on my libertine husband, I began to. I looked like a meth-addict's mug-shot.Stretching for the medicine cabinet while I peed what felt like an entire case of Victoria Bitter, I gobbled a couple of paracetamol and smeared cold-cream over my face without rubbing it in. By the time I flushed the toilet and brushed my hair, I was thinking about Kevin again and was on the slow path to recovering some of the previous night's good cheer.Belinda was in the kitchen making coffee."Please, please tell me you're making one for me," I pleaded,. I slid my fingertips down her inner thighs and slowly back up, letting them glide over her pussy lips, feeling how wet she was from my spanking. "MMM....spread your legs for me, slut." She moaned deeply, and Ipressed two fingers between her lower lips, feeling them slide inside her slick, hot cunt, her muscles clench down, wanting my fingers deeper. I pulled my fingers out and moaned as I caught her scent. I kept her head turned down, knowing she would have enjoyed watching me suck her pleasure. Jan stayed and was getting on fine with the others so I wandered off to another table to spread some more magic.Later that night I caught up with Jan, who had hooked up with three other women about her age, in one of the bars. Jan was 35 and had been married to Frank for 10 years. She was attractive, if a little worn, and I joined them for a few laughs and made the effort to keep her spirits up while her husband was elsewhere. We were having a fine time when the two guys from earlier "bumped".