Now, he saw her sitting on the sofa with a stranger, wearing... well he wasn't sure what kind of outfit she was wearing... and kissing a stranger. She...had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair was braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?"Open your blouse for me," the man said.Without protest, Allison began to unbutton her blouse.Chris' eyes opened wide as he stared into the dimly. I certainly had no right to judge where they chose to hang out. I wasn't apprehensive until they steered me into a darkened alley, littered with rubbish and smelling of stale piss. Derek and Nigel ceased talking and smiling. Oh shit! I'd been led down the garden path. Were they really firefighters? I'd only taken their words for it and now it was more likely they were muggers or worse. Nigel seemed to sense that I was ready to bolt. He put a hand on my shoulder and I knew I'd play hell trying. She kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear: "You don't need to worry it's just my body that gets shared from time to time" I'm discrete, you and the c***dren will not notice anything"Hearing this from my wifes mouth made me stunned and I thought this can't be for real, she can't be serious.She smiled at me and said sweetheart adultery will be a common thing in our marriage from now on.She explained to me that she read beforehand about hotwifing/cuckolding relationships and that it does. ..you can shove these tits of yours in my mouth for a start" he suggested."No!" Jenny retorted, trying to slap his hands away from her breasts but Charlie held firm. "Yes" he insisted, his speech slow and sinister, his hands pulling at her top, raising her T shirt over her head, her matching scarlet bra covered her tits, the cool autumnal weather the cause of her erect nipples, not sexual arousal. Charlie didn't care of the reason, he grabbed and twisted, pulled and tweaked before forcefully.