I almost blew my load there and then on her towels on her sofa. She then sat next to me and gave my a hug as she said "thanks so much, I had no idea ...hat to do" Her cheek was against my face, her hair wet, she smelled amazing (obviously she had just been in the shower before the tap incident). Her skin was soft, I put my arm round her and said it was ok and that i was glad to help.Then without warning as she moved out of the hug she moved her arm down and placed it on my thigh. As she did. “Hello, bitch… would you suck on this cock for me…?” He just whispered.I stepped back, just mumbling a few words. He came inside the living room.“Would you let me fuck that cute ass too, bitch?” He insisted.Samuel just unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his ankles.I looked at his veiny hard black cock; it was thick and huge, just like I had seen in so many pictures he had sent me before. It was fully hard, bouncing out freely between his thighs. I was almost mesmerized as I watched at. There was my wife getting her pussy eaten. There was one picture with my wife’s face. She was on her hands and knees looking into the camera getting fucked doggy style. There were all kinds of pictures, probably twenty or so.With the last ones of her with a creampie and another of the other lady cleaning it up. Oh shit! I was beside myself. I never thought she would do it! She walked up behind me, holding her mug of tea in both hands and said, “Are you upset?” I was too worked up to answer. My character in the murder mystery had to role play with Simon’s quite a lot. I was a saucy French ex singer and he played a detective who suspected me of the crime. As the drinks flowed there was lots of flirting between most characters, but at the end of the night when the game was over and I was putting the empty bottles in the garage I felt a grab and rub on my arse. I assumed it was Steve ready for some late night nookie but to my astonishment, when I turned around I saw it was Simon.I was.