’ She whispered back. Without saying a word, I took hold of her dress and ripped it open at the buttons. I was pleasantly surprised because the f***... of my hands caused her tits to shake almost out of her bra. I slid my hand into the cups of her bra and pulled her tits out. They felt good in my hands, easily a 36 c. As I squeezed them roughly, pinching her larger than average nipples in my fingers, she let out a long shuddering breath. I quickly turned her around and pulled her dress down off. Sitting there, I recalled the past months. The decreasing affection, the ending of sex, and of course all the signals that should have showed me long ago that my wife has been cheating on me. Without even noticing, tears started running down on my cheeks and I was quietly sobbing.I somehow fell asleep on the patio chair, and only woke up late at night when Mary arrived home.She noticed immediately that something was wrong. The traces of the tears were still on my face.She looked at me for a. She bites her lip, and you can see she is trying to keep quiet, but she can't hold back a long, pained moan.You keep at it for a few minutes, until you feel her whole body shudder and get as stiff as a board. She gasps in pain each time, and it takes a few minutes before she stops shuddering. She looks at you, her face a deep red, and smiles. "I want more" she whispers.You nod, and pull your dick out of your pants. She can't see how large it is, due to the sleeping bag, and she gasps with. She brought 4 lace bras of my favourite colour.On the first day, I told her to wear a black lace bra. That black bra was having red laces on it. She sent me the pics of all the 4 lace bras which she had brought. In the morning, I went in my bike to her home. On the way, I brought a packet of condom from a medical shop.I reached her home and rang the bell. She opened the door, she was looking damn gorgeous in the black Indian dress. She also wore a black bindi on her forehead.I went inside her.