I was thinking about lying, but I told her the truth. The entire uncensored truth.She was listening intently to my story, and fidgeting in her chair. ...I think she was getting very turned on."What do you do for my husband?" She asked.I told her in great detail what I did. Her breathing became heavier as she listened. I also added, that we have never kissed and never had intercourse.She asked why we never kissed, an I told her it was intimate and our relationship wasn’t like that. With that, I got. She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines, he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row. He's waiting for me, out in the middle of the floor. I'm about to step off the bottom step when something catches my eye on the far side of the club, across the dance floor.The club lights are glinting red and blue off a mop of curly blonde hair. The hair belongs to a tall boy who stands at the edge of the writhing mass of the dance floor. He holds a drink and appears to be unaffected by the music's pounding beat as he observes the activity on the dance floor. He's new here; and not some. He pinched my nipples, pulling them just the way I liked. Not too hard, not painfully, but enough to make me arch my back and moan into his mouth. He hadn't even started undressing himself, this was all about me. Deke was making me feel good, special and loved. His hands seemed to be everywhere, touching and caressing me. I'd never had sex like this. I was cumming again, my body rising up against him, trembling as Deke took my left breast in his mouth. Just the nipple at first, and then more,.