He busily worked away on something with his back to me. Porn “OW!” WOOSH! On the drive home I convinced myself that with the stranger now out of the picture I would concentrate on the problems plaguing me and my husband. “And where’s your husband now? I used my feet to urge him deeper with every thrust. “I’m in the kitchen.” He called out. Seconds passed with neither of us uttering a word. And I deserved every bit of it…. “I’m in the kitchen.” He called out. My heart raced as I knocked lightly on his door. He spoke up breaking the silence. Yea I remember.”
“There was more.”
“Just spit it out already!”
“We had a threesome!”
“That’s just great! What about us?”
“Stop your screaming and we’ll talk…. “Can we sit?”
“No. I got in my car and drove away.
