“That fucking bastard!” I screamed at my computer as the Find My iPhone app confirmed my darkest suspicions. “That lying sonofabitch!” “I’ll be working all night on that merger project and just be able to catch a couple of hours sleep at the office before my 9 a.m. meeting,” my husband had said so convincingly
The day was Tuesday. The time was almost 10.00 a.m. and Becky’s children were at school. Her husband, Mike, would be at his desk in the City, his eyes locked on his computer screen. Her neighbour, an older man, Jeff Miles, should be home by now, looking anxiously at his watch. It was time for
I thought it was a dream. It started with her voice. Soft, alluring, familiar, but different. I’d never heard her talk like this before, not to me. Blood was quickly rushing to my cock. “…It’s such a waste, isn’t it?” I felt the unmistakable feeling of warm skin against my chest. I opened my eyes.