Then I found them, eight or nine ictures taken a few years back. Jan was in a red balcony bra. Her 34C’s perfectly framed. She was lying on the bed,...her hands tied to the bedstead with a neck tie. The red panties, tight on her taught arse cheeks. Lying back on the bed I flicked through the pictures and recalled the evening. She had the red underwear set on and we had ended up messing around in the bedroom. I took some pictures of her as she undressed. She ended up tied to the bed and I removed. It was one of his golf buddies. When Phil came out to get the phone, I went into our bathroom to collect the towels for the laundry. I picked up the towel on the floor next to the throne and lying there was a full-page photo and the two-page letter. The photo captured a magic moment in a pretty blonde girl's life when she had three cocks (two white and a gigantic black cock) buried up her pussy, in her ass, and down her throat. I was surprised, to say the least. Had the phonecall caught Phil. Her bra was already unsnapped, and as I watched, Joe slowly slid one hand under her short, flared skirt. Suddenly, I remembered the camera, just in time to watch my wife practically rip Joe’s shirt off. As she traced her lovely white fingers across Joe’s muscled, dark chest, he lifted my wife’s bra completely away from her shoulders. In the space of a few seconds, both of them were nearly naked. Joe fumbled at the zipper of his pants, but my wife batted his hands away just as his erect cock. He has not yet given me a key, and I feel that I would not like to be in there alone anyway, surrounded by his things but not his presence. At the end of the corridor is a picture window, and I linger a while, looking out over the snow starting to settle on the quiet streets. I am not sure how long I stay like this, but am brought out of my reverie by the ‘ding’ sound of the lift arriving – I decide reluctantly to turn and take it back down to the lobby – I cannot explain my presence."Cija!" –.