We looked down into her car, so I figured she wouldn’t see anything from her vantage point below us. My hubby leaned over to my window to so he coul... see her too. I knew he found her attractive and I could tell he still did because his cock actually got harder and hotter in my hand as I continued to stroke him during our stoplight chat. He didn’t lean over to chat, he was checking her out behind his dark sunglasses.Focusing on the conversation with her was difficult, as my husband continued. Shut up,sit down and listen to me.When I get home tonight,we have alot to talk about.I want you to put my clothes, back in your closet,leave on the nail polish,shower and wait for me to get home.Oh-and by the way,don't look for your camera.I have it here and have downloaded all you sick pictures on my computer.See you when I get home slut.The time d**g,I could not get any work done,waiting to see what Pam had in store for me when she got home.The time finally came,Pam walked through the door.I. It seemed like a monumental moment for some reason. Like the moment the ice breaks. And the ice wasn't broken yet, but it was more like the first crack was forming. I was thinking how odd it was that in the less than an hour things were changing so rapidly. Her laughter, the excitement in her voice, the way she smiled, it made her so much more attractive and real. A connection was forming, we were having a private adventure that was both risky and sexual and just so incredibly fun. We had. The marathon blow-job and face-fuck that Jake had already received had made him frantic and he went at Melanie like a rutting bull. He was facing me from between her spread thighs, so I could see the blissful expression on his face as he enjoyed nailing my wife once again. He was driving his dick home and hauling her back onto it by her hips to get as deep into her as he could, and she was grinding her ass into him like a pepper-mill, egging him on with her ass-grind as she tried to use her.