Damn, I am just a whore.
Am I a homewrecker?
Do I care?
Fuck no! He needed it!
And need he did, they hooked up any chance they could get away together. Whether it was in her bed, the garage late at night, even in his bed if they got the chance. As time passed she tried to get to know his wife a bit. Trying to be social and to also maybe find out if she had any inclination that Burt was unfaithful. Learning her name was Karen over coffee at the fence one morning after Burt had used her like the slut she was. His cum still dripping from her, soaking her panties.
Karen talked with her like an old friend. Amber invited her to come to sit at the patio. She could tell Karen needed to get something off her chest.
As they say at the patio table Amber grimaced a bit as she sat gingerly. Karen smirked as she watched and said,
“He used you pretty hard last night, huh”?
“What?” Amber looks shocked, she knows?
Karen notices the look, “you think I didn’t know? Burts has been a man whore ever since I’ve known him.”
Amber wide-eyed “I ….. I …..”
Karen chuckles, “you didn’t know? Dammit, he did it again?”
“Did it again?” Amber looks more confused.
Yes Again, he knows I won’t tell him he can’t. But he goes sneaking around anyway.”