A couple of months went by and sometimes Belinda would be home when I got home from bowling and sometimes she wouldn't get in until after I had gone to bed. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? We had been married for over twenty years and Belinda had never given me any reason to wonder or worry about what she was doing.The dark clouds stated appearing on the horizon about five months after she had started her job. I didn't recognize them as such at the time, but looking back I can almost pin point the time that things began to change. Belinda was always talking about the people she worked with; about how this guy was this and this woman was that and so and so did such and such. The one she talked the most about was Carla.Carla was three times divorced and was currently single and she swore she would never tie herself down with a man again. She dated a lot, had no steady boyfriend and my take on her, from what Belinda told me, was that she was a round-heeled tramp. Apparently. He walked around the tree checking me out as I laughed asking what he was doing. He then walked behind me and untied my top and let it fall to the ground. He then unzipped my skirt and slide it over my hips and pushing it down to my feet. I stepped out of the skirt as he pushed my legs apart rubbing my clit over the top of my bathing suit. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at the same time so scared of being caught handcuffed to the tree. He stood behind me, kissing my shoulders and neck. He slide his hand inside my suit and slowly entered me with his middle finger. He pressed his palm into my clit as his finger slide into me. He stopped against my protest not too, only to slide my bottoms of of me. Sliding down on the ground between me and the tree, basically picking me up and locking his mouth on my clit. With his face buried into me it didn't take long before I came as his tongue teased my clit. Gently placing back on the ground, he stood moving behind me commenting about how.
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