“What are you wearing,” I asked, a whisper.“I’m wearing my red panties and a nightshirt.”I had to think for a minute. How to do this would b... the biggest challenge. I needed to come up with something quick. I just let myself go. “Picture me, lying next to you. I’m wearing tight boxer briefs.”“Do I have to picture you, Brother?”“Yes,” was my raspy whisper, “I’m lying by you, my cock hard in my briefs.”“Ok,” she said.“I touch your hip with the tip of my finger, tracing up your side,”I heard a. The investigator had shown up and given him pictures of his perfect wifehanding an envelope full of his cash to another man before they made lovein a seedy hotel. The man, it turned out, was her husband, Brett, and Mikewas stunned to discover his marriage was a fake. At that moment he decidedit was time to give his machine a test run. He spent the next few daysshopping and sat sown to send the e-mail that would set things in motion.As the sun set, he smiled as the door opened and a male voice. I was the first one to arrive in the morning and the last to leave that night. Maybe because he noticed my renewed dedication to the firm, the big boss made me the interim director for the R&D branch. He gave me all the problems to solve, but none of the pay increase for that position. I didn't care that much. I just made sure the disaster of my personal life never hurt my professional career.I got there about ten minutes early. I'd hoped the traffic would be heavy and make me late, but it was. Collecting the key we headed for the room which was on the first floor. I opened the door with the card key and let my wife and Matt walk past me into the room. As she passed me my wife groped my crotch and whispered in my ear "thank your darling, now sit down and enjoy the show". As I sat down on a chair facing the bed he walked up behind her and whilst pushing himself up against her ass, he reached round and started to grope her large tits through her dress he could not believe that a mature.