A bikini. An evening dress. Nude. Messages like“I’ve got another date tonight. Ok?”“That same guy called again, we talked for hours. I want to...see him.”I thought that she could never out do the night she had gone to her mother’s to visit and sort through a family issue with her. You see, she hadn’t said to me she was going to her mum’s. Full serious, right to my face, pouty lips and everything. She had said she was going to spend the night with her lover. I mean Oscar trophy winner, hands. When I had turned my stare back to Brad to ask a question about the car I had been busted, my face turned a little red but hell it was worth the look he gave me. You know that look of, if you want we could fuck, or suck, or both, possibly in that order or not. I cleared my throat and said well maybe you should call that tow in. As he called the tow truck I was looking at him, he was staring back, then I would look right at that bulge that had gotten bigger and I knew this was about to get. She had felt so silly about what she had done, allowing Ricky such freedom with her, and allowing things to get out of hand in their own home, behind her husband’s back. She did love Tom and she was not going to allow this man to ruin what they had together. She had told Tom that she didn’t want Ricky to come around for dinner at the house again. She had put her foot down and told him that they should talk work at the office and not bring it back home, and if he needed to stay after hours or at. Without a word, after he had teased her in this manner for about ten minutes, while she quietly whimpered with her need, he turned her around, put her hands against the wall at about waist height, reached under her crotch, grabbed the rear zipper tab and slowly unzipped the black leather pants to expose her aroused and swollen cunt lips from the rear. He stared at the sight of cunt lube dripping off of her most private parts while she watched him over her shoulder. The fact that he enjoyed.