We drifted into one another, smiled softly, and now continue to drift along together, taking solace in the comfort and the familiarity of someone beac...ed by the same tides. His wedding pictures still decorate the mantle. His wife is strikingly beautiful. When he is not home, I take one of the photos down and stare into her face. Some days, I am jealous of what she has. I’ve heard about the ‘other woman’ and how the incumbent wife always has the real power, but I never believed it, not until. ..i must start by stating the obvious, I have a fetish for ladies undies especially panties.Well here's the dilemma I faced the other day,my lady came back from her daughters house (not blood related to me) and brought in a big washing basket full of washing as her daughters washing machine had broke down.She asked did I mind, and even as the words left her mouth I thought "MIND,MIND" lol! ...I nearly jumped for joy,as since moving in with my lady I've had no instances of visiting and borrowing. At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I noticed Mr walking around the bedroom with a nice hard on and I wondered why. I did not have to wait for long for the answer as almost immediately Mrs appeared and grabbed his cock and started sucking it. I watched open mouthed they progressed to full sex on the bed. I could see everything as my house is slightly elevated above theirs. I was so turned on I just stood in the window and watched. Before I knew it I was playing with myself totally. ”“I’m happy, those pics you sent me earlier made me so horny.”Marie pulled Natasha up and they kissed softly. A quiet buzz began and they both looked over at Jenny who was sitting at Marie’s desk with her feet on it and legs spread apart. A dildo gently slid back and forth, and her eyes had that horny look in them with half closed lids.“Natasha, what do you think about that new girl, Vanessa?” she asked, her voice trembling a little as the vibrator did its job deep inside her.“She's hot.