’ ‘What about getting you to work? How are we going to organise that?’ ‘I actually have the day off work, so that won’t be a problem.’ ‘...What do you intend to do all day then?’ ‘I’ll sleep in for a start, and then we’ll see what happens.’ Hey, do you remember what I said at the beginning of this story about these sorts of things never happening to me? Well it looked like things might be about to change. I pulled into my garage and Cindy got out of the car. We let ourselves in and I headed for. He was slim, about six feet tall, with no real distinguishing features, today his average frame was held up on wobbly legs. He was fresh out of the academy, and had been assigned to the counter-operatives department. It was the department most known around the world, maybe only five percent of all employees worked in this field, but they accounted for most of the CIA’s news stories, good or bad. Carter wondered of all new agents felt this nervous their first day. He had already lost his. I was really out there and never realized how much further that I could, and eventually would, go. I was separated from my second wife and I was seeing Joanne for about four months. When we started seeing each other, we both knew that there were other people in our lives, but she couldn't handle me seeing anyone else, so we made a promise to each other to become exclusive with each other. We were both lying, but I was better at it. One day one of her, so called, friends told me that Joanne was. His wife wouldn’t be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, “How many times I’m gonna cum on his cock.” She confirmed that she had.