I was able to switch to an overhead camera angle and saw what they were doing. He had some kind of primitive speculum – it looked like wood and bras... – and my wifes pussy was a gaping hole, I guessed about two inches in diameter. The man used what looked like a marble pestle and started pressing against her clit. The man pointed with a short stick at her cunt lips which swelled up slightly, then at the soft skin inside which was turning a brighter red. As she got more aroused, she started. I was of two minds. The part of me that looked at her as my wife of over fifteen years ached for her. The part that was cheated on just shrugged and said, "So? Don't fuck around then".After about a month, she got a job at Ross. It wasn't great, but she got by. She found a crap apartment and moved out of her sister's place. And the tone of the posts started to change. She was starting to look at what she'd done. I could see the therapy working as the anger and bitterness faded and she started to. Eventually she gave up all pretence of delicateness and her mouth closed over my anus, her lips and tongue kissing it with more passion than any other part of me had ever been kissed. She kept pulling back to spit until I was certain that my ass must be overflowing with it. Sure enough I felt some of her saliva slowly trickle down the inside of my leg.Locked as I was in pleasure I had not noticed the others gathering around, but as Lady Sandra pulled back my sense returned and suddenly I became. That relieved the pain he was in, she knew he was loving it so she began to bob her head, up - down - up - down - up - down, she did this for several minutes until he felt better and was fully hard. Once she tasted how hard he was, she rose onto her feet and she told him "Fu*k me Dill, I've been waiting for this for so long!" Without a word to be spoken, Dill lifted Christy off of her feet and with one hard thrust, Dill was inside Christy's warm awaiting pussy, that thrust made Christy scream.