“What the hell is going on, Junior?” I asked, feigning shock. “Don’t mind me,” I said, pulling up a chair. “Go ahead, don’t stop on my account.” I started undressing, my fingers working quickly to unbutton my blouse and unzip my pants. I headed to the bathroom, returning with a massive dildo in hand.
I have to write this diary so you can know my husband is a cheater.
“Hey, honey,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Looks like you’re having fun. Just forget I’m here, okay?” I spread my legs wide, commanding Heather to eat my pussy. She hesitated, but a stern warning about calling the cops was enough to convince her.
I watched as she buried her face between my legs, her tongue exploring my wetness. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Junior’s eyes were wide with shock, his mouth agape as he watched his wife and his lover engage in an act he’d never dreamed of.
“Go on, Heather,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Kiss Junior and then go back to sucking his cock.” I watched them, my eyes filled with a mix of lust and vengeance. I had an urge to put on my strap-on and fuck Junior hard, to show him what a real woman could do.