All in all, it meant that Heather and I had to take some extra shifts to make ends meet.With the extra time at work, we often found ourselves working ...opposing shifts. I worked mornings steadily, and Heather worked a lot of evenings. She's a waitress, and her tip money really came in handy for the budget. Like I said, when Heather turns on the charm, she can make quite an impression.Even on the nights that Heather was home, we often ended up down in the basement suite hanging out with Rick. It. " Worship?.....how very obedient......you may look slut."My eyes dropped to her pussy, I could see the lips were swollen and redwith excitement. I could also see the slight glint of her juices and mymouth watered at the thought of tasting them. Her excitement wasobvious, as was her hunger for my ministrations."Worship me slut....pleasure your Mistress," she murmured.My cock throbbed in its silken confinement at her dominant words.Eagerly I moved between her leg, immediately picking up the scent. There was this lady around 35 years of age looking out for a place to sit, as the place was almost full. As I was sitting alone and the chair in front of me was vacant and she came there to ask if she can sit there. I said yes, you can use this and I was looking back into my mobile reading some messages.We greeted each other with a smile and started off with a casual talk. For the starters, I got to know that she works for an IT company and she is divorced. We continued talking for almost 2. As the taxi dropped me off at the front of my house, I noticed all the lights were out except for in the lounge room were you could see the light from the TV coming through the curtains. As I approached the front door I heard voice “Fuck that feels good. I cannot believe I keep letting you do this to me. I cannot believe how good you make me feel. Keep fucking me” I knew that voice it was my wife Susan. That bitch I was just about to kick the door down when I heard Alex “Do you think maybe one.