In spite of my inner turmoil, I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard in my pants, the tent poking up against the wall of our house as I watche... my wife get well and truly laid by a teenager speaking volumes about what I really felt beneath the feelings of shock and anger, which seemed suddenly superficial.I ducked my head down closer to the windowsill, for fear of being seen, my eyes wide as I watched the disturbingly hot scene continue before my eyes, my breath short and my heart. . Looks like you got an admirer there man.'I turned around and before me was a tall young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was leaning against the bar a cigarette dangling between his lips, unkempt blonde hair, blue eyes, a faded grey Jimi Hendrix T-shirt, ripped blue jeans. An American too by the accent.'Maybe... but I think she's probably taken. See the goon there with the brown hair... I think they're probably together.'I pointed, discreetly I may add, at a lean longhaired man who. “No,” she laughed.She pushed me away and swam to the other side of the pool. She got out and reached for her phone. I swam over and got out behind her to see her finishing a text and sending it.“Fuck buddy?”She turned, slightly angry, before a smile broke on her face. It was only an instant but I caught it. I always do.“What did you tell him you are doing?”“Spending the night with my friend.”“Oh so you are staying the night?” I asked with my eyebrow arched.She laughed. “Not with you, boy.”She. I moved a beeline up the bed on top of her, my mouth devouring her nipples as my hand cupped her mound. My fingers touching her gently she gyrated her hips as my fingers parted her lips and I molested the little girls drenched pink. My tongue was moving down her flat stomach. She lifted her leg wrapping it around my back. I kissed her thigh licking up the inside of her leg. I could smell her sex and the little girls was hot, hormones going full speed. My tongue touched her clit and she gasped.