She had been chatting away for over fifteen minutes when she realised we both only had about a quarter glass of wine left so she poured hers into mine...and leant back to place her glass on the floor. In doing so her pelvis came up and it gave me a perfect view of her pussy and the wafts of blond pubes that set it off nicely. As she fell back into place she had shifted a bit which meant my cock was now pressed into my chest. She asked if she had made me uncomfortable and without waiting for a. It seemed bigger, light colours predominated, the kitchen gutted and re-fitted with modern appliances and a conservatory had been built on to the back, a wedding present from Bob. Eve and I settled quite easily into married life, without the hiccups that could arise as two people got used to sharing life. We shared all the mundane tasks, cleaning, cooking, and gardening and most importantly the loving, especially the loving. Eve was delighting in her new found freedom, playing variously the. As we were walking towards his table I noticed a large black man in his early 50’s look up at me and smiled .He got up and introduced himself and took my hand, he was at least 6ř and appeared very fit.I sat down and we made small talk over wine. By mid meal I had already consumed a good deal but was holding steady. Reg as he asked me to call him began flirting with me and I responded in kind. He took my left hand in his and he noticed I was still wearing my wedding rings and he looked into my. Eventually, I had a couple of my regular calls help me gather up the courage to walk outside. At first, it was just to the car, and then for a drive. Then, I'd park and go for a walk, loving the sound of my heels on the pavement and the wind up my skirt. Later, it was stopping in a store for a magazine. That led to driving into the city and going into the porn shops all dressed up. It felt so sexy, and slutty. I remember one time, I had a truck driver stick his head out the window and warn me.