Chapter Ten
Then
He jerked as I described my night with young Spencer and if I’d had any doubts as to just how deep went the nerve I had struck in the depths of his psyche on that first night they had long since ceased being a cause of concern. I had left wearing black pantyhose and returned with them in my handbag. This had been his first clue. The second coming after I waxed lyrical on the thickness and length of my lover’s p***s.
It’s staying power would come later.
“Ooooh, my handsome and perverted husband likes that does he?” I teased, slender fingers manipulating his foreskin back to the base of his c**k and keeping it trapped there.
It had gone midnight and the girls had long since slipped into dreamland as my chagrined and utterly shamed husband awaited the return of his wife
