And as my mind raced, flashes of my boys on top of me, my fingers moved just as quickly, I was nearly there and then my eyes shot open. I’d heard of several people in our social circle that had been caught, it was always the other person who let it out, the mistresses had nothing to lose and often did it as blackmail, or revenge when the adulterer refused to leave their spouse. Desi sex What was I going to do? That and my husband’s colleagues and their spouses, but those were forced friendships and we only saw each other so often. I heard a noise, the creak of a floorboard. He cleaned and behaved.. I woke up the next morning not well rested, but the memory of the evening before perked me up. 16 years later… 2020
My life has been fairly picture perfect.
