Chapter Seven
“I nearly died when he told us about that friend of his.”
“I know; I saw your face. Lucky that Harry wasn’t looking at you when he spoke or I think the game might have been up.”
So Colette – my good friend “Lettie” – knew about her affair also. Between this news and last night’s blow job of guilt from my wife, I can’t say my sense of self-worth was running at a particularly high level – even if the level of pleasure I’d taken from having my wife’s lips around my c**k had surprised me under the circumstances. The situation was, if anything, becoming even worse and more convoluted.
This was the day following our evening out and the guilt-s*x that followed, and my wife continued the conversation as I listened in via her cloned cell-phone from the comfort of my study while sh
