She knew everything and what I really wanted. I pushed her away and said no. She got angry.”“Angry?”“Oui, she told me she had many liaisons wi...h Gaspar and said I was not enough for him. She was the third person for that ménage à trois. He must have told her what I said at the party, what I…” and she fought to keep her resolve, “what I said at his apartment in the heat of the moment. Tonight, I knew who Gaspar cheated with.”“Oh, God.”“She told you too.”Soaked by an icy dread, the finality of. My cum shot up onto my shirt as the man pulled his dripping cock from Lydia’s pussy. I could see his shaft glistening with the marbled juices. The man at Lydia’s mouth pulled his cock from between her lips. My wife was taken over to our couch and the second man sat holding his raging hard cock straight up for my wife. Lydia needed no coaching as she straddled the man and slowly brought her pussy down on his shaft. That go around I had a perfect view of my wife’s spread ass and I could see her. He ran two fingers up her inner folds, feeling her wetness soak his fingertips. He raised his head to look at her, making sure she was watching as he sucked and licked his fingers clean; drinking in her arousal. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. He lowered his head once more, drinking straight from the natural source this time. His tongue dove between her folds, licking up and down her slit, feeling her arousal coat his tongue and mouth. Naturally, his tongue seemed to zone in on her clitoris. We’d already pruned all the Christmas trees, so Dad gave me the day off. I called Sarah again and gave her the good news. Sarah asked, ‘Want to go horseback riding?’ ‘Sure. Are you boarding Ardmore again?’ ‘No–but we can ride double on Pegasus.’ ‘OK, I’ll be over in 15 minutes.’ I realized I was beginning to enjoy horseback riding–particularly when our destination was a place where we could have sex. I told Mom and Dad that I was going to see Sarah. After stopping to pick up some apples, I.