"I wondered about that - I usually don't get home until two-thirty.I quietly went back to my car where I pondered the situation. My wife had just fuck...d another man. I had watched. I felt neither rage or jealousy. I had a raging hardon - not what some would consider a normal response given the situation. I watched as Helen headed for her car and the pickup drove out of the lot. As soon as the pickup was out of sight Helen detoured from her car and headed back into Mike's. To use the bathroom?. It was obvious she was confused and now scared. As I drove away, turning right towards the autoroute, two blacked-out Suburban SUVs raced past us heading towards the apartment.Twenty minutes later I turned into a residential section on the outskirts of Paris and cruised the dark homes. It took ten minutes to find what I wanted - another silver Mercedes.Five minutes of quick work and I had the plates switched. It wouldn’t last, but it would misdirect for long enough for us to leave Paris.“What’s. ‘Sorry, did you just say I could move in here?’‘Yes, if it would help you out, that is. The room is here and there'splenty of space here for us not to be on top of each other.’‘But, Carl, if I can't afford my current place, I couldn't afford tolive here.’Carl laughed, ‘No you idiot, I wouldn't want rent, I own the placeoutright. A share of the running costs would be enough, food and billsand stuff like that.’Danny thought quickly. On one hand it would solve a lot of his problemsuntil the work. I turned to look over my shoulder to see who was petting me. A younger guy maybe mid 20’s I’ll call Jose, he leaned over my shoulder to watch the action with me, and whispered in my ear “I like your ass”. As I was stroking my cock, Jose started to run his hand down my back and into my jeans. He was caressing my ass, and ever so slightly touching my brown eye. I was really working my swollen cock now, from the feel of another person petting me and the HOT action in front of me. The older.