Should I call her back? No, her husband could be with her. Perhaps this was for the best. One of our spouses was sure to have eventually found out. Bu...t still, could I live without her … without our Thursday afternoons? I felt empty and began crying. The housekeeper heard my sobs. “Here, let me help,” she said, taking the keycard from me and opening the door. She sat me to the bed and then got a glass of water for me. I murmured thanks, but much to my surprise she sat next to me on the bed. Gayno she didnt, nor the ritual happening around 1am in their backyard in the darklooking by the window discretely , hand in her panty watching her boy suck on 2 bbc relaxing sharing the weed cigarettethe smaller cute boy , her boy wearing panty and gulping down bbche was good and very cute , she coudnt help herself from seeing her boy doing a good job and be happy at how he smile when sucking one helping his way behind him , his faint moaning on the bbc made her wet and she cum againbut this. ‘Do you want to shag me’, I asked him? He could not find the word yes, so he just shook his head in the affirmative, and I got up and dropped back down to my knees and started undoing his flies and opening his pants up. We never spoke as I busied myself, hooking his cock out with my finger then my hand and taking him into my mouth, where I gently sucked on him and used my tongue feverously whishing around inside my mouth, washing his glans as if it were inside a washing machine full of saliva,. Oh my gosh! I was giddy with excitement. Screw my wife, I thought. She deserves this.Margaret thinks we’re having an affair, Cynthia said as she looked down on me.“Of course,” Cynthia continued, “I told her we weren’t.”Damn.“She told me to go fuck you and then to send you home,” Cynthia said, ‘Because she was sure she had more to offer than I do.”I was floored. First of all, I didn’t want to be thought of as a piece of property over which to be fought. Then I thought, “What the heck, just lie.