I'm married. I enjoyed today immensely and want it to continue, I just don't know if it can." Don't think; just go with it. Let's exchange information...and see where this goes." He said. "Maybe we can text each other and see if it can continue. Let's see if this is a onetime thing or if it's the beginning of a beautiful adventure. I won't be pushy, but know that I want to continue. Today was fantastic." He kissed her passionately."The rain has stopped. Let's get dressed and continue our walk and. I could see that She was sitting on top of a naked man with her hands around his cock, I stood there thinking I should be angry, but I was turned on and could feel my cock getting very hard.I wanted to get a better view so I slowly pushed the door open just enough to see their reflection in our full length mirror, what a sight it was, I could not believe I was watching my wife with another man's cock in her hands, it looked like I was just in time for the show.I could not see the guy's face but. Sara and I had been best friends since high school, her choice, not mine. I always wanted more, but she wanted what was not mine to give.Perhaps I should begin, at the beginning.Sara was, and is, a very attractive girl. Even now, at twenty nine, she retains those sky blue eyes, those freckles and that red hair with gold highlights that drove me crazy throughout high school. That she liked me should have made things easier, but that was not how it worked out.Problem was: Sara was a masochist, a. .I had to drive to London to conclude a bit of business. The reason isn’t relevant to my story so I will say no more about it. It was late in the afternoon when I finished what I had to do and was too tired to make the drive home. I called my husband and he suggested that I get a hotel room for the night and drive back in the morning. It sounded like a good idea as I don’t like to drive in the dark. He went online and booked me a room at the Holland House Hotel in Kensington.There really is no.