.. oh, wait. Hi John, are you having fun with my wife? I hope she was a good lay?"Stacy spread her legs, pointed at her pussy, and said, "Come here, h...usband. You're late. We couldn't wait, so we started without you. I've been horny all day, and I had an itch that still needs scratching. Come fuck me."Stacy grabbed hold of my partially inflated cock, sucked me down, and worked me up to a 'ten.' As she looked up into my eyes with my cock deep in her throat, I caught the edge of a worried look. I. Susan and George, my wife, Sally, her sister, Wendy and Wendys boyfriend, Brad. We were given a table for six and sat talking together through the meal. Towards the end of the meal I announced that I was going to the loo. Susan decided to come with me. When we were out of hearing of the others, Susan tackled me. Sally. I get the impression that the four of you are very comfortable together. I would have expected that, after a months separation, you and Fred would be at home, fucking each others. She had sat her down and commanded that they pray together about it. When the prayer ended, she quietly talked to Carrie, telling her how proud she had been of her when she had finished high school and then had taken the secretarial job with the church. But that her wanting to move was extremely upsetting to her. She asked her to explain why she would want to hurt her so. Carrie began crying saying that she hadn’t meant to hurt any of them but that she felt trapped in their little town and. Feeling the venom in my voice I continued on, ‘Considering Sara is at your use whenever you need something, or plenty of other girls for that matter.’ I spat out, the memory of Sara at his door hours after I left flooded my mind again and the hurt resurfaced like an open wound. ‘What’s with you always bringing up Sara? I haven’t dated her for over a year.’ He retorted with no emotion. His look of confusion pissed me off even more. ‘Fucking has nothing to do with dating.’ I forced out happy that.