“Honey,” I said sarcastically. “The time stamp on that video is last night. You two were fucking last night.” “It’s not what it looks li...ke,” Jenny said crying.“Really? What it looks like to me, is that my buddy Craig has his cock in your pussy and my wife throwing away our wedding vows to become a cheating slut.” Jenny tried to hug me. I put my hands up stopping her. “I’m sorry, Craig came over and wanted a repeat of Saturday night. You had agreed to us having sex on Saturday, so I didn’t. I want you to distract him for me. Id like you to come dressed in your favourite outfit that you wear for picking up men. Will you do that for me? Yes, if thats what you want, but what else do you expect me to do? Nothing. I just want to keep him a bit on edge. Were so close to signing an enormous new contract. I just need your help to get his final signature. I hope that you dont mind? Well, its pretty weird, but, for you, Ill do it. At home, I went to the wardrobe in our spare bedroom, where. My eyes shot to the mirror. Zoe’s brown eyes were crystal clear. Her mouth hung slightly open, smudged with dark lipstick. She was breathing heavily. “I promise,” I croaked, my heart thundering. Zoe turned around, leaning back against the vanity. I could smell countless Bacardi Breezers on her breath, watermelon by all accounts. Staring at me seriously, she dropped her eyes between us for a moment, then looked back up expectantly. She swallowed. I scanned down her body, past the plunging. He sat back and enjoyed this unplanned fuck as his most ambitious expectations had already been met.Her cheeks bulged with his wet cock as she slurped and bobbed up and down, never losing suction. Her small, soft hands and expert stroking combined with the wet suction continued until he knew that he would come soon. Not having planned this far, he was unsure as to what to do. Warn her, come in her mouth, maybe try to fuck her?He needn’t have worried.She finally lifted her mouth off his dick.