I didn't see an upskirt, but a lot. She turned her head back and talked to me like that, knowing what she was showing (i know now).When we said goodby... in my hallway we stood in front of each other, close and both breathing heavy. She left and from that moment on i craved her.About 2 years later we where in a bar with about 4 people, some got in an argument and left, leaving just her and me. She had a drink and was very open, she told me she hadn't slept with someone in over a year because she. "Open wide", she said pulling on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss would have been preferable. "You've got off easy this time", she said, "Next time You may not be so lucky". "Is that it?", I asked. "Nope", she said, "turn over. I want you to finger me". I turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my hands. "Rub my clitoris gently. He wants to watch me having sex with another man. I tried asking him why he wants this. All he said is that it's always been a fantasy of his. I'm not sure what kind of fantasy that is, but who am I to judge? He had me find someone. It was me who was going to have to fuck him, after all, right? We went to bar, thinking we'd just scope the place out. It was then, I saw Greg. He is good looking, tall, in shape, full head of hair and not totally drunk. “I think he'd do, don't you? He's kinda hot,”. “And what is so interesting you can’t tell me?” Elise looked at me and shrugged. “Nothing. I’m only getting to know some of your colleagues, that’s all.” She stared at me and that made me look away. “I hope it’s not a problem is it?” she asked. “Oh, no.” I smiled, even though I hated the idea of seeing my wife making friends with the woman I so much desired to fuck. But that was it. My hopes of coming close to Corinne was thwarted by my very own wife. Weeks and months passed by and everything.