This particular day I really fancied someone to wank me off I wanted a little something different, me and the wife were seperated, and I'd already had... a wank the night before but I was still as horny as fuck.It was around half one in the afternoon when there was a knock on the door, there stood a man, 5'10" probably 55-60 years old, dressed in some kind of green uniform, he was smiling and said he'd come to read the gas meter. I let him in and showed him where it was and he went off to do what. Her pussy was wide open, I mean see inside her wide open! She cleaned back up and went back downstairs.Now the talking downstairs got louder. Something wasn't right. I heard some screams then a race upstairs, many feet. It was the wives! My wife had fucked their husbands while they were downstairs! What a whore! They d**g her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. One woman was hitting my wife and pulling her hair. They other was flying through our drawers. She stopped at the sex. "I just want you to know I'm totally against this, and I'll still belooking for someone appropriate while you're in school," said his motherwith her arms crossed."But you're here to help me anyway?" said Ray with his leg up. "Right?" Of course I am, and thank you for wearing your speedo," smiled hismother. "Bad enough I'm doing this, but straightening out under thereyou'll do on your own. Deal?" Deal," smiled Ray, handing her the razor."Ok," nodded his mother, getting on her knees and gliding. I had stayed to grade papers and was walking down a hall to the parking. I had worn a skirt and button up blouse that day and had a new bra that ended up being to tight. My thong was riding all over my clit so after the students had left I had taken them both off. I was walking down the hall and saw a boy walking towards me. It was Clay, one of the baseball team guys that was in one of the classes. As he got closer he smiled. Hey Susan. he said. Do you call me by my first name? I said.