The change in her facial muscles was immediate. There was a serious look in her face as she unlocked her phone and stared at the screen.“Anything se...ious?” I asked.Snapping out from her contemplative state, she replied, “Oh, nothing. It’s just some work-related issue. So, how have you been?”Seeing Jenivee’s name flash across the screen got me intrigued. Jenivee, who looked at Carol with contempt, was texting Carol. The reaction which I saw on Carol's face made it clear to me that, she was. We were unseen for the moment, but we made no attempt to hide our profiles as we looked down on them, deep in pleasure. Her moans and gradual movements indicated that she was deep in the moment. Sara squeezed my hand tighter, we stopped walking and she stood in front of me. Sara's nipples became harder like bullets and she leant back against my hardening cock that was nuzzled between her bum cheeks. We were enjoying the moment, it was such a horny sight. We could see the guys heavy balls. He gleamed because he was completely smooth. His head was shaved and I don’t know what he did to the rest of himself, but he was just smooth, and built and cut. Julia and I secretly started called him Yyyuuuuuuullll because Yul Brenner in the “King and I” was completely smooth and built and hunky.The slapping sound of Gilles’s hips hitting Mom’s ass and flanks while he fucked her faster and faster was making me hotter too. I imagined the smacking sound it would make when Gilles slapped my ass. Of course, it was the thought of her with her other lovers that excited me. I wanted my wife to be sluttish, promiscuous, wanton, debauched. As she once was. But she would not have a bar of it. She had turned a corner in her life, and settled into monogamy, and we tapered off into a quiet routine of occasional, barely satisfying sex. Then I saw Catherine’s ad; found myself waiting in the bar to talk with someone, in whose high-heeled shoes, I wanted my own wife. Catherine was composed, quite.