Look I’m sorry about last night, I behaved very badly.”“I was going to say sorry to you, I ruined everything because I misread you. I’m so sor...y.”“Don’t be silly, you haven’t ruined anything. I just panicked a bit that’s all.”The slightest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.“Panicked? Am I some kind of lesbian monster that scares correct little housewives.” I could hear the resentment and anger hidden beneath that weak smile, god I was trying to fix things and making them. Her husband just nodded enthusiastically.Her fishnet fingered hand slowly undid his zip and released his cock from its bondage. Holding the base of his rampant erection, she leant over and flicked her tongue around the purple swollen gland. Putting his cock inside her hot mouth she began swirl her tongue all around the hard cock. Removing his cock for just a second she said.“Drive with one hand and finger my ass!” she demanded.He didn’t need to be invited twice as his hand rested between her. He held theshirt up on his chest and looked at me. I reached over and unbuckled hisbelt. I unbuttoned his khaki pants and unzipped them. I pulled them openand saw a pair of grey American Eagle boxers. I reached into he opening ofhis boxers and felt his cock. I grabbed the base and worked it around untilI was able to pull it out of the opening of his boxers. He wasn't hardyet. I reached back inside and cupped his nuts and pulled them out. I lookup and he has his arm over his eyes. I lean over. I dropped my pants, and stood in the room wearing only my shoes, socks and boxers before administering the next blow.By this time, Miss Jenkins had removed her top and skirt, and was sitting in my chair furiously fingering her pussy. Unlike Jenny, Miss Jenkins only trimmed a bit of her glorious red haired bush. She had undone her hair clips, and allowed her hair to fall down across her breasts. One of the things I admired about Melanie Jenkins was that she was a sexual dynamo who was game.