I wanted to turn the car around and go home. But the five thousand dollars was a strong motivator that kept negating those reasons. I had come this fa...r so why not do it. No one would recognize me and, after all, I wouldn't actually be having sex. It's not cheating, I kept telling myself.I released the air I'd been holding in my lungs and turned off the car. I looked in the rearview mirror, making sure I was the dark haired woman instead of the married blonde. Letting out another breath, I. I then found myself reaching out for my wife's body.... and I gently stoked my wife's lower back.... letting her know that I was there.. that I supported her and her needs... that I loved her.At that moment, just after I had shot my cum deep up into Connie's rectum and as my wife tenderly licked Connie's messy anal opening, I loved my wife more than I had ever. I gently stoked her lower back, my then fingers trailing over the red welts, still clearly visible from last night's activities. I then. The more we talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren't happy with their lives, so they made sure we weren't happy with ours.Heather's husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone who berated Heather constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If they had sex,. And all the different animals of the Chinese Zodiac. The students, the passive lot, who rarely spoke, would shift into sheep, or dogs, or snakes, and sit staring, watching my every move.I wondered if they could smell my blood, my trepidation, as I attempted to carry on my lectures, seeing a lecture hall full of horses holding phones, tablets and pencils. They’d switch back to human when the bell rang, though, and I’d need to rush to the bathroom to do deep-breathing exercises just to get my.