I did not care for his cruelty in not sharing sustenance with her after he'd fed her his sustenance. I had searched high & low in that house, but, to ...no avail. It was gone. After a quick scan here, the [no avail] held fast.Started to get light-headed from breathing my own breath and dropped the mask the wife had sewn me. "Here, sweetheart, this one is for you. This one is for Michael." Her boyfriend & co-worker. They were spending a week up north. He owned a mobile home up there they'd utilize. The envelope was sealed. I wouldn't break the seal. I downed my drink. Threw a twenty on the bar, and headed out.I walked in the door dropped the envelope on the dinette table and went into the kitchen where Jennifer was preparing dinner. "What's for dinner, honey?" I said."Pot roast," she said. I was genuinely pleased and my smile must have told her so: she gave me a big hug.Ten minutes later she was toting the dinner into the dinette and noticed the envelope. "What's that?" she said. I looked. Love feeling her wet pussy lips slide on my cock as she pushes back, wanting me to push inside her. I caress her ass with my hands and hold my head against her pussy then lean in as she leans back. We both love the feeling of my wide head pushing into her tight pussy. I pull out and push back in over and over. Then I push in deep and stroke her over and over, holding her ass as she cums in waves. I pull her ass back so I can go deeper inside her pussy, my legs between her spread legs. Her tight. “Anyway that was before I’d done it with a dog myself. That’s what is really upsetting me now, can’t you understand that Mick? What I was saying to you this afternoon would have been sexy and just fun if it had all been a bit of fantasy but it isn’t fantasy now is it? It’s what I’ve fucking done myself.”She paused, holding her head in her hands. “And evidently I liked it too,” she added guiltily, “At least I must have, judging by the way I was today, remembering all the stuff that did dog to me.