As she stroked me, she looked up at me and said.“You wanna hear something silly? This whole time that she's been flirting with you and calling you ...abe, I was feeling jealous. I know its dumb, but I wanted you to be hugging me. Then last night when you first started fucking her as she ate me out, I looked up at you and started pretending it was me you were fucking. It was my pussy your cock was in.”We stared at each for what felt like forever before she brought her face closer to mine and. Watching her beautiful face as she feels her body adjusting to accept first the head then the shaft until his balls rest against her ass, then waiting, holding your breath until his cock begins moving inside her, first pulling back then pushing in again and picking up pace again and again and again. Watching her build to her first orgasm and listening to her cries as she fucks back into his cock.” I demonstrated“You want me to carry on fucking your wife. Don’t you?”I stopped. Watching him, I. I asked her if she still talked with Marcella and she said they e-mail, but that’s about it. She then told me that Marcella was also coming to the wedding. I asked if her husband John (not me. It’s a common name) would be coming. She said “Oh no. No, they’re separated and she’s filing for divorce. It’s pretty nasty from what she’s told me.” All I could think was ‘Who in their right mind would ever let a girl as beautiful and sexually uninhibited as Marcella get away?’ Anyway, I said that. Annawanted to go over to one of her friend's house, which left just Emily andEthan to spend the evening with me.It felt like the old days. It was like the excitement and chaos of thesummer had never happened, except that we had a nice set of wheels to runaround town in. Even Ethan seemed to be back to his old self. I was notcompletely sure if he was pretending, or if our talk this morning hadreally helped, but he treated me like a friend all day. He no longer didwhatever he could to get away.