She got out and I grabbed probably three-quarters of the bags out of the trunk. She grabbed the rest and led me inside to a first-floor place -- and s...traight into the kitchen, where we put her things away, and shoved mine -- bag and all -- into the refrigerator. Then we went in and sat on the couch -- for an hour, at least -- with me doing nothing but rubbing her arm and squeezing her against me.It was weird; we didn’t say a word to one another. I think we were afraid that if one of us started. I wrote, telling him that it wouldnt be the first time I met up, while being married. He knew my husband worked out of town the next day, as he told me that he would take a vacation day, and hed be over around 10:00am. I sent a smiley face and said ok back to him. All night I couldnt sleep, all horny and thinking about what was going to happen, when his friend showed up. After my husband left for work, I took a shower, shaving up my pussy and legs, real nice. I looked at the clock, as it read. I understand that ‘sorry’ is even posted on signs and recorded telephone messages. If one feels remorse over something one has done, how is it possible to express such sentiment on a piece of paper or a recorded device? How is such a thing possible?’ ‘I…it’s just kinda the way we do things, Priestess. I guess…so people won’t be mad…’ ‘So, in your country, people normally say ‘sorry’ when they want a problem they have created to disappear, for a wrong they have committed to be forgotten. But not. She had obviously been fucked repeatedlybecause she told me that he came more times in a weekend than I did in amonth! I was told that his cum tasted much better than men she had suckedpreviously and that she would continue to suck his cock every time she got achance to. She loves to be a slut at times with other men. I don?t rank as aman in her eyes and I can?t have such sexual privileges like fellatio. Margohas given me only 2 blow jobs the whole time we have been married. Shedeliberately.