It was clicked in Paris. She was wearing a small one-piece dress barely reaching her knees. I was busy checking all her pics when she arrived and stoo... beside me in a one piece rope. Before I could ask her about her husband she said he left her for an American bitch.She is divorced for over 2 years now. I was shocked, who would leave such bombshell for some filthy American shit. She told me they had a love marriage which lasted for 2 years. Her husband got laid for a number times with his. Oh ... Dear god ... on the last six pages was a hand written letter from the girls. I read; 'Our most dearest Sam', then I stopped reading and closed the book.Katherine, who had been watching asked, "Is that a note left by your wives?" Yes," I answered my voice catching in my throat. I swallowed. "I'm not trying to keep you from reading it Katherine. I just don't want to read it here in the car." I know this little place called the Bistro Provence over on Pass Avenue right here in Burbank with. Never in my life would I have suspected mother of infidelity let alone some of the off-beat things she did. The Bridge games were nothing more than sex swap parties between her, Mary and Jack Pendergast and Fred Bassett. I knew them all and until now thought them respectable people. Never would I have suspected anything of their sexual proclivities. I almost blurted out a comment but just in time I remembered the warning in Joshua's book and tried to compose myself."Think I'll have an early. I rubber her back to relax her once more. I was leaking precum pretty good at this point knowing we were probably being watched. I had her turn over and rubbed her front side in the same fashion. That is when I caught a glimpse of our first guest. He was likely in his 20s and seemed to be enjoying the show. I stood up off the bed at her head so that I could rub her tits without blocking our friend's view. I then put my cock on her face so that she would know what was next in my mind. She did.