Literotica.ccom Novels & Stories

the woman who was having sex with DJ said in a loud voice and made her turn around. "Cliterella..." she walked forward and spoke. "Oh, Mrs Wilson... I never knew you're here," Cliterella spoke calmly, a ghost of a smile in her lips. "I was sleeping with your pet because my husband..." the lady was interrupted by Cliterella herself when she said, "Get up, pet. Get to practice, everybody..." she then turned to the lady and spoke, "You come in my office. I don't want to scare my toys," with that she patted the head of DJ and turned to walk... with Sierra immediately following her and after a second the lady joined them too.

But I couldn't get rid of the thought. I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop. My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday afternoon. The usual sites... and then a string of entries from a site called *Literotica.com* My pulse quickened.