It also seemed to give her an inner comfortableness in talking about and even "exploring" this exciting topic together. It was so excitingly taboo she... would eventually admit to herself. The thought of a loving husband who actually is open to his wife enjoying another's hard cock, and the wife actually wanting it. Then, in addition, the thought of her coming back to an overly excited and waiting husband? Just the thought of all that was so deliciously naughty. By now she knew the things to wear. “Do you have some sort of morbid desire to fuck married women?” Cheryl asked, innocence dripping from her voice. “Not really. I’m drawn to women I think are beautiful and engaging. The fact that most of them are married is an,” I paused. “It’s an inconvenient complication.” “Women?” she asked. “How many?” “Counting you?” “Of course counting me.” “Four.” “Four,” Cheryl repeated. “Two of them were very short term,” I interjected. “A couple of rolls in the hay and they kicked me to the curb.”. She realised the only thing to do was to confide in the one person she had confided in all her life - her twin sister Jean. She knew Robbie was there but he would be in the study working and she could talk to Jean privately in the kitchen. She went round next door and as usual let herself in the back door. Jean wasn't in the kitchen and instead of calling out for her walked into the lounge and got the shock of her life.'Oh my god,' she shouted as she looked at her twin sister riding up and down. "I freeze with fear, trying to get away from the sword as far aspossible, not sure what I should do or say. Suddenly there a noise inthe corridor and Mr. Yakamota is hiding his sword."Don't go," he said and leave the room.Shaking with fear I get off the bed. I need to get away from thismadman! With unsteady steps, I move to the closet. I relieved to findall my clothes there, but a wave of nausea come over me when leanedover to pick it up. Something big and heavy is attached to my chest,and I'm.