We never acted on anything, but two young men did ask my wife to dance, and I urged her to dance with them. My wife acted embarrassed as the guys trie... to pick her up, and they danced, but I knew she enjoyed the attention.It was two in the morning when we arrived back to our hotel that night. My wife was feeling good and talked excitedly about the guys she danced with that evening. She was so impressed with one of the guys who was a student and the University of Cincinnati as he was sporting a. I reached into my trousers grabbing my cock which has the hardest ive ever felt it i starting slowly stroking it feeling myself already about to explode then all of a sudden she turns round i moved and ran downstairs quickly did she see me?.Later that night i couldnt sl**p thinking about what i had seen i went downstairs for a glass of water passing the dirty washing basket i looked inside to find a pair of her mothers dirty panties i crept downstairs into the living room sniffing them and. I was pushing back on him as much as he was pushing into me. I felt him grow even bigger. We were one unit and he was grunting and starting to sweat. It dripped from his nose onto my back. This guy knew exactly what he was doing to make himself and me feel great. We fucked for the longest time. The more I moaned, the harder he'd give it to me. He filled me completely. His cock was wonderful in my ass.He was finally ready. He got a solid hold on my hips and jumped into me, time and again. I. " Laughing, I said, "That's an attractive offer." But then I closed my eyes and sighed. "Why are you really doing this?" "Because I think you and your wife had a storybook love and I was responsible for destroying it." "My wife lied to me." "Yes Mr. Jamieson, she did, but I suggest that you ask yourself why she did it. Your wife loves sex. Her vow of fidelity was never realistic. She wanted to be the perfect wife for you, but her model of perfection was based on the cultural norms that had been.