As he sat at his desk he almost thought he couldn't get any luckier when the door opened and the girl pretending to be Amy Slate walked in.She was way... too young to be Amy. Pete walked over and took her hand, guiding her to the couch. She barely came up to his belly button and weighted about 90lbs. Pert little tits rubbed the thin fabric of her shirt and he could see her nipples rosy pink underneath. He could see the resemblance between her and Amy, especially that bright red hair, but he'd bet. She knew at this moment it was going to happen.I moved my free hand underneath her to her crotch. I found her just as wet as I suspected. I told her not to move and climbed off her. I put my hand square in her back and pressed upward as I rose, not concerned how my weight would feel or hurt her. Every move I made and every touch was rough, and it was having an effect. Tears were now dripping from under her blindfold.I stripped and moved in front of her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head. She kept standing there, moving her fingers through his hair and embracing him. Then he kissed her chest and started to work again. She left and after a few minutes returned with Marc’s favorite cappuccino. He kept on working and sipping the coffee after every few minutes. She took her tablet out of the drawer and went to her bed room. While browsing through the Facebook she saw some pages for online shopping. She ordered a gift for marc’s birthday, which was in the coming week. Then she. I would be hiding porn magazines, fantasizing about all kinds of stuff while jerking off any chance I could. In the shower, car, work bathroom. If I thought I could get away with it, I would. And a lot of my fantasize included my beautiful wife.I would imaging her being unfaithful, me knowing about it without her knowing I know. Her fucking her boss and her coming home just after and me insisting we have sex so I could smell and feel how wet she was. My fantasize got more complex from just.