We escaped to the study where we spent a long time taking turns staring out the window, browsing the books, and making small talk. We got along just f...ne, but it was obvious that we would never 'connect' on that level. But, a combination of the house, my new junk, and the knowledge of what was going on in the kitchen kept my cock at near full-hardness the entire time.Finally after a couple hours of wasting time, I found myself completely staring at Ginger in lust. I noticed that her usually. This got me curious. Denise would never cheat on me… would she? Well the party was winding down and people were leaving. It was about one thirty in the morning and the last guests had left… or so I thought. It just dawned on me that I had not seen my wife for a while. So I searched the house. When I got to the basement what greeted me shocked me! There was David sitting on the couch, and my wife was on her knees in front of him giving him a very enthusiastic blowjob! And what she was sucking. “Seriously!” he said, feigning hurt, “Check this-” and he lifted his shirt. Sure enough, traces of a six-pack were forming, if slightly. My wife took the cue and said in mock over-excitement, “Oooo – can I touch?” A glance toward me, and she put down her glass – her other hand still high on his leg. She slowly traced her fingers over his stomach, outlining the suggestions of muscle. She’d had to shift her hips around, placing one bent knee toward the back of the couch, to get her two hands on. In it she had marked out the section on the female genital. “I want you to go home and read this section, start to finish and when you have we’ll have a chat” To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I was a bloke - I knew everything!But I did as asked and went home and read the section. It was very mater of fact, anatomical and came with pictures and diagrams. And yes I learned a lot. So after a few re-reads and a new understanding of what was where I felt that I needed no help.