She and Petr had arranged to meet at the glade again this evening, but while she had arrived, Petr had apparently tarried at his forge and had yet to ...appear. In fairness to the young man, it was more that Gwen was early than that he was late for their tryst. As she strolled barefoot through the tall grasses, breathing deeply of the softly swaying flowers--their tantalizing scent wafting in the gentle breeze--Gwen could scarce contain herself as she looked forward with eager anticipation to the. "Just try it!" she said.So I opened the bottle, and took a big slurp of the cold refreshing liquid, took a moment to savour it, and then replied "Nope, still not feeling better!" "Well then" Bridget then said "Maybe this will!" and then she reached over and began undoing my trousers, before reaching in and pulling out my flaccid cock.I sat looking completely lost and confused, and then Bridget wrapped her hand around my soft cock and began tugging on it, and in just a few strokes I began to. Then, my heart drops down to my toes as I realize he has been lying to me. My husband is gay ... or so I think.My thoughts immediately go to the bedroom. Do I not satisfy him? I clench my pained eyes in disbelief. I freakin' love our sex life and thought he did too. How could I have been so wrong? I throw my body onto the bed and have my girly cry-fest, twisting my hands in the sheets, staining them with mascara running down my face.This scene plays out for quite a while and then I do what I. It was done up in black patent leather just like her shoes. She movedthe strap aside, opened the gold ornament clasp then took out a packof cigarettes and a lighter. I watched her red nailed fingertips asthey extracted a single cigarette from the pack and watched as sheput the cigarette to her pouty red lips and lit it. She quicklyreplaced the pack and lighter in her purse then closed the clasp witha click. She took a puff then set the cigarette in the ashtray. Iwatched as the smoke curled up.