At six-two and two-hundred sixty pounds, I am no bone but I am not a marshmallow either. I was shirtless, wearing jeans and barefoot. The room looked ...ike a hotel suite, spacious, a huge bed behind us with four posters, and flowery patterns on the walls the décor. The bed looked rumpled, as if someone had slept in it, or ruffled the sheets, and I was sipping coffee, with some odd wind blowing in the background. I looked at a pair of French doors leading to the balcony, and saw you. Your curly. So the situation was such that if she be deprived of fuck from my bro for even a single day then its impossible. I was really very turned on by her idea and it aroused me. So now starts the fuck sessions of my bro and wife after its been known to me. I told my wife to fuck in front of me and I like to watch. My bro did not approve of this idea saying he would to be able to concentrate and enjoy the fucking my wife if I would be watching. So now days every night I got the drawing room and watch. As final payback for the kick, she was rolled over, her damaged face pushed painfully into the mattress while Tom ripped apart her virgin ass. When they were done they had quite literally thrown her and her clothing out Tom's back door laughing.She had dressed and staggered the few miles home in a fugue. She too, was far too humiliated to tell anyone. She explained the black eye, split lip and swollen jaw to her parents by claiming she was by herself in the gym trying some stuff on the balance. That too is a blessing. We have a beautiful home and a daughter who loves both of us."My eyes narrowed a bit when she said that, because it started me to wondering something that I had never considered. I thought that I was fairly slick but she noticed it and her eyes questioned me."In short, Tyler Stevens, we have an almost perfect life. We want for nothing. Even after all of these years I love you as much as the day we got married and..." she hesitated as my eyes narrowed again. I obviously.