Peter delicately removed my pumps, lustfully sniffed the inside, then sucked on my red nail-polished toes. I was getting more and more turned on, and ... had trouble hiding my hard cock under my skirt. Peter then started to run his tongue up my calf to my inner thigh. I was trembling when he moved his head under my black dress. I was worried that he would be repulsed when he saw what was hidden under my skirt, but I was happily surprised when Peter emerged with a huge smile and dove immediately. And I always did my cheating right afterward, but now I know why. And once I was done cheating, I felt so much better ... and happier. I didn’t credit Aphrodite for that, but I should have, I see. I certainly didn’t credit ‘Lyde,’ who I was convinced was your father’s lover. It seems that I was right about that part. She wasn’t his only paramour, but she was the most consistent to be sure and the biggest threat from what I saw. The only threat, in fact,” Tracy confessed as she played with my. "Husband." I reminded her."Right. Well we're also not really sisters either." She could be snotty when she felt like it. "I'll make it easy for you."And with that Samantha popped up off the floor mattress and slid down her tight little booty shorts down those long thighs and then got on all fours facing away from me. Facing the tv in fact. So she could keep watching the movie.Her ass was so fucking perfect, two perfect peaches and her long thighs propped them up to a perfect cock height. Her. I went across to my neighbor’s house, which was out of town on vacation, and waited. About thirty minuets later I saw my wife’s new lover leaving and I saw her give him a long wet kiss. I gave her about thirty minuets alone when I called her on my cell phone to see if she was home. I told her that I had locked myself out. I went across the street to my house and went in. My wife was standing at the door with her hair wet and in her robe. My wife asked: “I didn’t hear a car pull up. How did you.