I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca! - Sex Stories

I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca!

... put into the salon’s budget. We went to Italy, Spain, Greece and France in this way. Our kids learned well and both went to college. Our elder son learned business administration, while the younger became an engineer like his father. I was “fat, dumb and happy” as the saying goes. I was forty-eight years old and my wife was forty-four when she invited a former high school mate, Mrs. Agnes Ryden over for a Saturday dinner. She was a widow, because her husband had died in car accident. She brought up her daughter and her son who were high school students and she worked as a chemist at a chemical company. She got a big sum of money as indemnity for the death of her husband. The truck freight company paid compensation to her, because the accident was their truck driver’s fault. She was very devastated by the death of her husband. I knew her from before, because my wife had told me a lot about her. Shelly had told me that Agnes and Ralph loved each other very deeply. My wife was a good cosmetician and she was beautiful, but Agnes was just as beautiful even she did not use the exaggerations of the cosmetic industry. My wife and Agnes were friends and Agnes was a client of my wife's beauty salon. After dinner I was drinking my low fat milk, when I noticed that Agnes smiled at me for the first time during the whole Saturday dinner. She mentioned her husband had liked low fat milk too. I said I preferred low fat milk to beer. I noticed that she began to like me. Sometimes she came ...

... to us and I always felt that she was quite attracted to me. One day I attended my thirtieth high school graduation reunion. A former fellow-student, Michael, who was an andrologist, talked about infidelity kits to some male fellows. He explained, which ones were the best and how we could use them. I was among that male audience and I laughed a little at what the laboratory diagnostic companies invented to increase their turnover. He told us the flu is the best cover for the checking, because the Kleenex is not conspicuous to the cheating wife, therefore the sampling is the easiest this way. He gave us his business card and he told us not to write the names of the infidelity kits on it because our wives would be offended if they found it. It would be best if we phoned him in suspicious conditions and he would give advice on how to use the best kit. He said the infidelity kits were good at revealing serial cheaters and slut wives only. Because sampling could prove a suspicion, so a husband could not find proof against a wife, who had only one extramarital sex all her life. Somebody remarked that a bastard could be born even from a single cheating event as well. Another fellow, George, who was divorce lawyer, said that divorcing husbands could check the fatherhood with DNA test. He explained to us, according to the family law of our state the ex-husbands did not have to pay any child support if the bastard children were below four years old. The smart husbands had to check their ...