After leaving the hospital, I let my skirt ride up and waited for J to make his move. I had never cheated on my husband before and doing it with my cousin\'s husband certainly seemed wrong, but I was too excited to care. My sex life at home was definitely the pits and on the rare occasions when he wanted in my pants, my husband had usually waited so long between times that he ejaculated prematurely. At best, a few quick strokes were all that he could manage and I was nearly always left high and dry.
I couldn\'t blame my hubby for not wanting to make love to me when I had gotten so fat that I resembled a beached whale sprawled out on the bed, but that didn\'t stop me from being sick with frustration. And after my encounter with J in the elevator, I was so horny that I was literally climbing the walls.
When nothing happened, I started to make a move of my own. From the size of the bulge in his pants, I figured that J wouldn\'t have cared if my skin had turned green and I had sprouted a third eye in the middle of my forehead. But at the last minute, I thought better of it and let the evening end with nothing happening between us.
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