I fat babe didn think anyone had that many emergency business fat babe meetings.
And he was barely ever at home on the fat babe weekends.
And Kim, the trusting wife, never suspected a thing.
Good God, why would anyone want to cheat on this woman?
I took a sip of the champagne.
"Mm, lovely." I said with a nervous smile.
"There definitely is something wrong. Do fat babe you want to talk about it? Is that why you wanted to see Paul? Is it about Jo?" she asked fat babe, her face showing genuine concern fat babe.
Oh god, the look in those eyes made me break down, and I nearly cried right there on the spot.
"There is something wrong. Kevin, what is it?" she asked, putting down her glass and walking over to me, taking a seat on the couch I was on.
She faced me, her exposed leg just touching mine, and she fat babe placed a hand on my thigh, immediately causing my dick fat babe to harden.
"Oh, god, I didn want to say fat babe anything, but…" I took a deep breath, still not sure if I was going to be able to say what I was about to say.
Oh well, fuck the consequences.
She needs to know.
She didn have to: the fat babe shocked look on her face and the slightly open mouth was enough to give me the "yes" I had expected.
And now I did break into tears.
My whole world, it seemed, had just crashed on fat babe top of me.
"Kevin…" was all she could say before she brought me into her arms, my face pressing into her shoulder.
I finally fought back against my tears, pulling myself fat babe out of her grip as I did.
