Though perhaps not for someone who might be doing something in there that might cause him to work up a sweat. I turned that corner and there he was ...tanding right in front of the middle urinal. He was a tall drink of water, at least 6'3" I'd say. Myself being only 5'9" on a good day, I was liking what I was seeing so far, if only from the backside and fully clothed, I was still liking what I was seeing. He heard my footsteps as I approached the urinals, turned his head just enough to make. I noted when snooping that she did not delete the pictures. Next he began to correspond with my wife directly and they arranged to meet here at our house. Finally the night arrived and he came over, the plan was if my wife felt uncomfortable at all that I would get the guy to leave. We sat around to have drinks in our living room. When I came back with another round, my wife was making out with him. I sat across from them and watched. This was what I had waited for. They had there hands all. It started to harden again quickly and fill my throat entirely. Just seconds later I felt Jay’s cock pushing into my cunt. He forced it deep and started to pump hard. Suddenly I heard a sound coming from the front of the house. ‘Jay, hey.. It’s Kevin. I’m home. I picked up beer. Want one? ‘ Foot steps were coming closer and I heard the door open again. Husband: I’ll tell the story from here… my little slut can’t remember details well when she’s stuffed full of cock. ‘Hey, what’s…’ Kevin stopped. Not that it really mattered. He liked Whitaker and he knew she liked him, or at least she liked him now. But it was clear that neither of them saw any long term potential there. Which was fine with Taylor.Any further conversation was moot anyway, as Sheriff Goodman’s voice came over the deputy’s radio.“The Feds with you?” the Sheriff said when Wade answered.“I’m here, Sheriff,” Whitaker said after the deputy handed her the mic.“I’ve pulled the owner of that AC place in for questioning, along.