Then the hand on the belly moved down and slipped into the panties and caressed the moist lips eager for the touch as she put the middle finger betwee...n her lips and sought the little button that would bring her wonderful feelings. Her body quivered as her finger found the spot and she pushed the other hand into the bra cupping a tit and then pinching a nipple. The feeling of pleasure raced through her and images of William flashed through her mind. She remembered his touch as she touched. ‘April 15th. I remember because it was tax file day. She said that she was tired of being abused by you Emotional abuse. You would scream and yell at her. You controlled the money like a tyrant and wouldn’t let her have a life. Was any of that true?’ he asked. I found out later that doc had ask my boys about my screaming and yelling at them and their mom. They were confused because they didn’t know what he was talking about. They told him that they never heard me yell except at a football game. My moan breaks the silence. He takes it for consent and guides me toward the bed. His hands lightly brush my nipples as he reaches for my face. The shock of the brief touch sends a wave of desire through me. I grind my body against his and he laughs, laughs knowing the power he holds over me. Laughs knowing I’m helpless to stop him. He traces the lines of my face with his finger, traces the path of his fingers with his kiss. My breath comes in gasps, I whisper his name. Putting his hands firm. My next victim was our termite inspector, Alex, whom we have known for years. Alex lost his wife to cancer several years ago. My wife and I went to her funeral. It took a while for Alex to get over that. He would tell us of how much he missed her and said that he would never get into a relationship with another woman.Alex comes around every six months and about a year after his wife’s death, he started flirting more with my wife, which I told him I was okay with. I could tell that my wife felt.