All Chapters of Sin And Seduction (A Wet Collection): Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

The full import of his words struck me then.  Hannah had been banging her tennis instructor on the side like bored housewives do.  It was stupid, so ludicrous, like straight out of some bad movie.  As Mr. Husband works long hours, bringing home the bacon, spoiled suburban wife goes ape shit and begins banging the help.  Sometimes it’s the FedEx guy, sometimes it’s the masseuse, but in this case, it was the Jorge Ramirez, her hot tennis instructor.  They’d been fucking in the men’s locker room after hours, probably doing the nasty in the shower with the door locked, Hannah letting that oaf pummel her pussy and ass with his tennis racket.  Yeah, my dirty whore of a wife had been getting it on with some poor hapless dude who was putty in her hands, absolutely powerless in the face of a determined, rich older woman.      But instead of feeling betrayed, I felt liberated.  A wave of sheer relief coursed over my form, like I’d been freed from a cage, like I w

“You wanna tell me about it?” I asked, face impassive.  “What happened?”      For the first time, Brian turned to me, fixing me with that blue gaze and looking into my eyes.  There was torment there, sure, but also a mix of a dozen other emotions that couldn’t be pinpointed.  But the big man shrugged, broad shoulders lifting before dropping with exhaustion.      “Hannah was having an affair with the tennis pro over at the club,” he said woodenly.  “They found her nude with him last night.”      I was silent for a moment.      “Cause of death?”      He shrugged.      “Who knows?  Probably a heart attack from the hot sex she was having.  We clearly weren’t having any,” he snorted.      I schooled my face into a mask because this was a surprise.  Brian wasn’t banging that pussy?  Granted, I hated Hannah, she’s always been a leech on my man, but still, free cunt’s there to be used and he could always put a bag over her head or somet

Brian’s eyes flared, hungry and needy, and in a flash, his was out as well, just as horny, just as ready to fuck.      “That’s it,” I said in a soothing voice.  “That’s it.  Now pull it out and start stroking, show me what you like big boy.”      Never taking his eyes away from me, that flat palm began moving up and down his fuckrod, caressing the hard length, even tracing the bulging vein on the bottom lightly, teasing himself.      “Fuck,” he breathed.  “Fuck fuck fuck.”      I smirked.      “Oh we’ll be fucking soon, don’t you worry big boy,” I said, voice silky.  “I got you covered.  But for now, just stroke yourself and enjoy.  Let Daddy see you play, let me see you palm that hard shaft, get yourself going.”And Brian’s head tilted back then, eyes closing as he played with himself.  Fuck, that hard shaft was so huge, pointing straight at me from his hips, like a gun ready to do battle.  Liquid wetness rolled off the tip, his peni