A Wife’s Secret Affair With Her Husband’s Best Friend

°Shit,° I thought, °it’s been recording since we fucked last night!° I turned off the camera, then pushed the twenty hour video to the big-screen TV. Sex videos I didn’t recall doing that, which didn’t surprise me. A few hundred for pizza and subs is a hell of a lot less than the penalties we’ll pay if we don’t get this fixed by eight!” Pause. With a grin, I told the computer to encrypt the file to be viewable by me, by Winn or by both of us together. It will take at least three hours to complete this task.›
“Okay. I was drenched in sweat anyways, so going in was an improvement. We had a major failure today in one of my systems, and I can’t leave until the team does.” She looked up past her phone. We swam and played in the water for a long time, making our way down the beach. Turning back to the other person, she said, “I don’t give a shit what Larry’s memo said about expenses. I zoomed in on one at the maximum resolution, and got a good image of my golden reflection thrusting heartily.

A Wife’s Secret Affair With Her Husband’s Best Friend

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