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Adam grabbed my mouth as I screamed. I was actually glad in a way because I wondered if Gabriel had heard me. Our place was huge, and the master bedroom was all the way on the other end of the house, but I still wondered if he'd heard me. The problem was that trying to close my mouth actually turned me on more, so I screamed even louder as Adam sent my body to another orgasmic peak despite reaching several climaxes before this one. The bed was soaked and I don't like to sweat doing anything, but I'd forgotten to turn down the heat. I didn't care at that moment. I'd just have to shower once I regained some strength.

Yes, Adam, was the sexual fiend that I had dreamed of for years. So, what on earth happened?! What went wrong with our marriage made in heaven? Her name was Nicole. Here's how Nicole and I met. I came home early from a business trip and there they were! Yes, there they were. Adam, that stank strumpet Nicole and Brad, this white guy who Adam had played golf with for years. I walked in and they were so deep in the mix that they didn't even realize it. I heard them before I found them. I heard the woman, so I thought, "Damnit, Adam is having an affair", when lo and behold I walked into our bedroom and there before my eyes was the ménage à trios from hell. I sat down in the chaise lounge near the door. I looked at the scene for what seemed like hours, even though it was only a few seconds. Eventually, ‘the stank strumpet’ looked up and caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. I didn't say a word. Why should I? I wasn't the one in the wrong. Hell, hadn't I done all the freaky things that Adam liked - Oral, anal, toys, movies, whatever!? Damn. So, what the hell was happening now!? So, I sat there while Nicole tried to remove Brad from her ass and Adam from her pussy.

She finally gave up on her effortless squirming and yelled, "Shit, stop Adam, wife is watching! Let me up!" That didn't even stop them at first.

Finally, Brad looked at me and shouted and kept repeating, "Oh, no, oh shit!"

His mantra would have been funny if the situation wasn’t as it was. He literally jumped off and out of Ms. Thang and apparently hurt her some in the process because she screamed a bit and it wasn't a scream of passion or ecstasy. I didn’t budge. That last painful outburst by ‘the stank strumpet Nicole’ is the only thing that seemed to get my husband's attention. When Brad hoped up, so did she.

She jumped up shouting, "Don't kill me, don’t kill me girl." "Don't shoot me." "For real, I don't love your man I just wanted to get my freak on!"

I still did not say a word. My husband was there trying to figure out what was going on. Brad was scrambling, trying to get dressed. Ms Thang was cowered over by the sliding glass window in the bedroom crying and pleading and there was Adam, erect dick in the air, eyes closed, talking about how he was enjoying the role play.

It was now my turn. Now, understand that I was livid at the entire scene. I was seeing every shade of red imaginable, but my wrath was still to be aimed at Adam.

I sat on the bed beside Adam, the bastard who I used to be happy to call my husband, and started to rub his chest. I looked at ‘the stank strumpet’ and motioned for her to be quiet. She frantically shook her head in confirmation . . . .