‘You know you could get my ass fired for doing this?’ I opened the negotiation laying out the stakes in her little game. ‘Only if I told…and w...hy would I do that?’ A wicked smile crossed her face. She sipped wine. Admired the glass. Baccarat. ‘Cause I do something to piss you off? Revenge? Jealously? Act too male. Ignore you too much. Complain about your cooking. Leave my shorts on the floor. Watch football on TV. Look too long at the supermodels in your fashion magazines.’ ‘Well what if I piss. She was so much like me and so sexy that I both dreamed of being her, and hated her all at the same time.” “The fantasies that I used to dream up about you and I were so erotic. I used to dream of you breaking into my house and fucking me while my husband slept in the same bed. I saw a sex film and then dreamed about being dressed in a head to toe latex catsuit and boots, then having you put me into a cell in your basement and keeping me as your fuck toy, unable to speak or cry out for help due. Expectant soft, gentle and questioning.It was a 16year and one-hour old lad, that kissed his mother not as a son but as a would-be lover. It was Magic! She went to speak but I put my finger to her lips, and whispered, “don’t spoil it, I can`t thank you enough for this, but I want to watch you have orgasm after orgasm, and then, and only when you are ready, I want you to beg me to have you, it`s always been my fantasy forever!” She nodded, then whispered, “OK” and then added “I am still on the. “Your husband will know.” I said as I unclasped her bra. “He will know that his sexy wife was thoroughly fucked by a monster cock and properly satisfied. He will know that all of the things he wanted to try with you were already done because he didn't have the balls to try them himself. He will jack his little dick thinking about your pussy getting jack hammered by a cock like mine. He will live his entire life trying to erase me from your memory but he wont be able to. He wont be able to.