The taller guy made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was stroking her suspender belt strap. In fact he tugged at it a couple of times, which ac...ually made Kate squirm; a sure sign that she was getting turned on. In the next half hour Kate totally ignored me as she sank 2 glasses of wine while the guys made it quite clear what their intentions for my delectable wife were. By now I’d made out that their names were something like ‘Kez’ (the taller one) and ‘Desi’ and they were both. I never cared for her bible philosophizing when she was alive. But she about had the sum of it when it came to anger. But knowing doesn’t make it any easier to control when you’ve drowned yourself in it for years.“Hey,” you venture again.“What?”“These aren’t like your old ones.”You bring out the sketchbook I’d left behind weeks ago from a Minnie Mouse bag. The familiar, worn leather cover is curled and cracked at the edges.I grit my grit, hands clenching into fists until the knuckles turn. She answered everything I asked, she did..." She glanced at me. " ... not refuse to answer a single one." Impossible." Ridiculous. (Then why was I as hard as a rock from this conversation?)"Entirely possible. I know, because it happened." At this point, I could hear the arousal in her voice. My anger now entirely replaced by intrigue and interest, I accepted her legs straddling my lap, and she unbuttoned her blouse. "You weren't there. You didn't see. But it worked, and she was entirely open to. I slid a hand down the front of my panties, right into my wet cunt. I watched myself in the mirror, getting turned on by the site of my chubby bod and wet panties. Like bhan, I like talking to myself in dirty terms. "Oh fuck yes" I moaned "rub that wet pussy. Shit that feels good. Look how big your nipples are. Oh yeah..."I rubbed and squirmed, and carefully, oh so carefully let out just a little blast of pee. My fingers continued to diddle me, and all of a sudden I had a massive orgasm. My.