The Book of Cheating verse 5. [MF] [Cheating]

I deserve something for myself don’t I? Adam thought. He shook his head. This wasn’t the place for such thoughts.

Subdued notes from the chapels bronze-cast pipe organ drifted dryly around the room, almost as dry as the fossil stroking they keys. “She’s more hairspray now than man,” he said in his best Vader voice. A sharp pain stabbed his side at roughly the same height and shape as his wife’s elbow.

“She’s 85. I hope you won’t be talking about me like that when I’m her age,” she said. Or what? He thought, you’ll not have sex with me for years at a time instead of months? His eyes drifted back to where Mrs. Lewis was sitting with her daughter. Lory was her name, though it felt odd to say it. Everyone here called each other brother or sister, as if entering the building was akin to traveling back in time to the 1700’s.

Big titty Lory, and her small tittied daughter. Roughly the same height, they both oozed sexiness, it was more than Adam could take most sundays. Normally ending with an early exit to go jerk off at home.

Good fare Affair [MF] [Cheating]

The steam rising from both plates had slowed to a trickle. It rose languidly from the now soggy carnitas, slithered it’s way through the rough chopped romaine, scaled the snowy peaks of craggy feta, finally dissapearing behind the glow of a withered candle. “So much for date night,” I said to nobody, then stood, shaking my head. Would it even matter if she were here?

Canned lights shone down on spotless countertops. My OCD urged me to clear the table as well, but a low burning anger stayed my hand…leaving the untouched meal would be my own personal passive agressive dick slap when she rolled in at midnight. I opened my phone and sent off a quick text: -Thanks for the help Romina, – then headed off to shower.

The bathroom mirrors were just beginning to haze around the edges, when the reply came. I took my hand from the shower door and eyed my phone. Probably my wife, texting to say she’s going to be out late with the girls again, but my curiosity, aka phone anxiety took over, and I checked.

-Hope the recipe worked out well for you. Hope tonight goes even better. Romy-