I convinced her it would, she got on all fours, so I kissed both bum cheeks, then leant forward and whispered in her ear "let's get these off too babe..." as I slipped her little pink knickers down, pulled them off and placed them in the middle of her back. She asked me why I'd put them there, so I leaned forward again and whispered "I might want to sniff them whilst I'm fucking your brains out from behind". I spat in her arse crack, let my salava run down and wiped the end of my dick in it before. I didn’t mind thoughbecause I was feeling no pain.The fact that Stephy had her hand down the front of mypants as we looked out at the scenery from one end ofthe porch didn’t hurt my mood either. She kept teasingme about Cheryl not being as good as her in bed, that Iought to try a really hot lover for a change.I just joked with her about Cheryl being all I couldhandle, but I didn’t ask her to remove her hand. I alsoknew – vaguely – that if Cheryl caught us like this. "That growl of yours is so sexy, I couldn't help it, why don't you come round now?" "I'll be there in half an hour," and he rang off. I used the time to shower, do my hair, put some make up on and slip into a tight, white tee shirt that showed my nipples clearly. Along with a tiny black rubber g-string and the rubber skirt, I looked a real slut, but I felt so fucking horny, I just didn't care. He was even better looking than I'd imagined, tall, dark and very well built, although a bit older. When she walked back to me, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she reached for me. Holding her in my arms, I kissed the top of her head and mumbled sweet nothings, wishing I could absorb her pain.Two days later, she began to withdraw. She would eat, sleep, and watch television: mostly children's shows. She didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone, other than Tom, Helen, or me. And, then, the three of us were kept at arm's length. She spoke when she had to. She also stopped caring.