‘You didn’t eat a lot, I thought you liked sushi’. ‘I do, I’m just not very hungry’. ‘Do you think you’ll see him again?’ ‘Who?’...‘This mystery man you fucked’. She laughed, ‘This again? Probably. Why? Jealous?’ He grasped her hips and slid her over so she was now sitting directly in front of him. He looked up at her, ‘I’m green with envy’, his face a mask of seriousness. Mia looked down at him for a moment. His deep blue eyes staring into her. He was so handsome. With thick blond hair, big. The way that my soulmate and best friend for these last twenty-four years looked up adoringly into the eyes of another man. A man more masculine and virile than me and sixteen years younger than me. The way she looked at him was a painful but intoxicating drug to me.And describing this as painful doesn’t begin to adequately get cross the level of angst and heartache I was feeling. Although Claire and I had agreed to this thing, and I’d been the one who’d gently rejected her offer to cancel, I. She sat back down on the couch next to her husband and Harry Perkins."You filthy man," she said to her husband, smiling as his hand lewdly massaged her hugely billowing tit.John guffawed. "Only trying to keep up with my little wife!"John looked over at Harry Perkins, who was sitting beside Ruth. He was running his hand appreciatively over her huge, whitely billowing tits, feeling their amazingly soft silkiness. As he teased a coral-tipped nip to erectness under his thumb and forefinger, he. I crept down the hall and there I was greeted with the bedroom door being left wide open. My wife arms straight, tits dangling and rocking back and forth was riding this mans cock like there was no tomorrow. I could see she was getting ready to cum…her pace increased, her breathing faster and her language became course as she screamed out “fuck me deeper” both of his hands were on her ass pressing his manhood deeper and deeper inside of her. I had envisioned this act and fantasized and dreamed.