He fucks you.

You don't know what you were hoping for. There's a reason why these panties (if they can rightly be called that) stayed hidden. You knew they wouldn't change anything. Actually, if you're honest with yourself, you did know what you were hoping for. You wanted that not to be true. You wanted to be proven wrong, because this is how it's always happened, for 15 fucking years! You lie on your back, he sucks on your tits, then he fucks you. Sometimes he turns you over and sometimes not, but he's always on top. You never make out beforehand. He never even lets you kiss him on the mouth. Not during sex, anyway. He never goes down on you and, if this outfit (if it can rightly be called that) didn't inspire him to, you suppose he never will. He doesn't let you go down on him, either. You want to suck his dick, not Rick's, but it's more of the same old routine, just a little earlier and a little more grimy. Not grimy enough to keep you interested, though, so as Josh thrusts away, your mind begins to wander.

You love your husband. He's a good man, but it's no wonder you cheated. Those other men broke the routine. Those days are over, because you had to go and grow a conscience, but you still want to mix it up a little. You don't think that's asking for much. Why is raising a product of your infidelity easier than eating you out? It wouldn't be for anyone else.

If only you could fuck someone else, then convince yourself that they made you do it, as Rick suggested. How ridiculous did that sound? Does he really think anyone could trick themselves like that? Some people don't feel guilty when they cheat. You know, because you were once one of them, but that's not the same thing, and that old you wouldn't have been able to trick herself into feeling guilt either. You either feel it or you don't, and if you do feel it, you have to deal with it. You can't just make believe it away. Even if you could, you'd need a better story than Rick's, because you'd feel guilty if you were actually blackmailed into sex!