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finish my bloody thesis!'
    'Yes, all right,' Marianne replied softly, imagining him gloating over the sight of her open body, her bottom-hole, her gaping pussy lips. 'I hope Barry won't be too long.'
    'I'll stay until he gets back, if you want.'
    'No, no, it's all right. You go and finish your thesis.'
    Seeing John out, Marianne closed the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. 'God, what the hell have I done?' she gasped, recalling John's words. I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten! 'What the bloody hell have I started?'
    Climbing the stairs, her vagina spilling out its cargo of illicit spunk, she slipped out of her clothes and crawled beneath the quilt. Praying that Barry wouldn't return and whisper the treacherous word in her ear, use her aching body for an hour of depraved sex, she closed her eyes. I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten! As sleep engulfed her, she relaxed, her curvaceous body calm, her breathing slow. Her satiated vagina empty - for a while, at least!

Chapter Two
    Marianne had thought that the cold reality of her promiscuity had hit her the night before, but when she woke and turned her head to see Barry sleeping beside her, she realized the full horror of her debauched behaviour. Her wanton infidelity had changed everything, ruined her future.
    They'd planned to marry in the autumn - the honeymoon in Barbados had been booked and paid for. But now Marianne knew that she couldn't go through with the wedding. Her discovery of Barry's sexual depravity was of lesser consequence now that she knew that John, and possibly all men, were the same beneath their chivalrous exteriors. What did worry her was her own darker side, the real Marianne hiding behind what she now realized was a facade.
    'All right, love?' Barry yawned as he opened his eyes and turned his head to face her.
    'Yes, I'm all right,' she replied softly as he rolled over and put his arm around her waist.
    'I didn't get back until three!'
    'I know - I heard you come in.'
    'At least I was able to salvage most of the video. Sorry you had to go to bed alone.'
    'That's okay, it couldn't be helped.'
    'I've got a busy day ahead, I'm afraid. I'll probably be bloody late home tonight. What have you got planned, anything interesting?'
    I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten!
    Marianne cringed, her blue eyes wide as John's words drifted through her racked mind. Even though she tried to console herself with the thought that it had been Barry's fault, her guilt was rising fast. God, Jill's coming round! she remembered. Aware of a warm stickiness between her thighs, and Barry's solid penis pressing against her leg, she threw the quilt back and slipped her bathrobe over her shoulders.
    'I've nothing planned,' she replied, praying that Barry wouldn't use the word - use her defenceless body. 'Jill's coming round for coffee this morning, but I've nothing else planned,' she added as she slipped out of the room. She made a dash for the bathroom before Barry's penis demanded that he use the word and slip his solid knob deep into the welcoming warmth of her wet cunt - or her accommodating mouth!
    Cleansing her young body in the shower, she gazed down between her pert breasts at her rubicund pussy lips and smiled. 'You'll get me into trouble!' she giggled, massaging perfumed soap between her soft sex-folds. 'My bloody word will get me into trouble!' Rinsing the lather from her gentle curves, her female crevices, she stepped out of the shower and slipped into her gown before returning to the bedroom.
    Barry was dressed and ready to leave, to Marianne's relief. 'I didn't realize what time it was!' he groaned, kissing her cheek. 'No time for breakfast, I'm afraid! I'll see you later, love!' he called as he bounded down the stairs.
    That's one potential problem out of the way, she thought happily as the front door slammed shut. Slipping her gown off, she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wondering at