I Fingered My Neglected Married Pussy By The Pool Until The Vicar’s Wife Caught Me

I slammed the phone onto the kitchen counter so hard it nearly shattered.

“Baby, the elders’ meeting is running late again. Don’t wait up.”

That was it. No apology. No “I miss you.” Just another cold excuse from the man who was supposed to be my husband.

Three months in this beautiful new house and he still hadn’t fucked me properly once. Not even a quickie. I cooked for him, kept the house perfect, wore the sexy little sundresses he used to love — and for what? So I could eat alone and go to...