You kiss my neck. hmmmm. You kiss down to my tits, you massage them, you pinch my nipples. ‘Oh, yes, hmmm.’ You know how much I like my ni...ples pinched and sucked on. You worked your hands down my belly. You lick around my belly button ring, ‘hmmm, yes babe, that feels so hot.’ hmmm. I was excited about what was yet to come. You rub my mound, you say ‘hun, I’m going to make you scream tonight.’ ‘Oh yes babe, make me scream’ You lick my clit, I jump. ‘hmmmm, oh babe’ . There was no sign of fight on her part.I should have felt better. I should have felt relieved, possibly even elated. I didn't. I did what I thought was necessary to shock my wife into thinking about us. Our marriage. Our relationship. Our future. I left her no way out. On Friday, I would probably know if we had any future.I thought about who I was and what I wanted. Did I want this marriage to continue? Did I love Edie? I deliberately avoided telling her I loved her. I wasn't sure myself and so. That night we emailed him a couple of pictures of her telling him it was just between the two of us. His reply was to beg for more.Me and the wife have been together 30 years, all this was a bit of a boost. We would send him pictures and then have some great sex. It led to another suggestion.As a coupe we have cammed with others, mostly single blokes who like to wank over her tits. We sometimes pretend she is on her own so she chats with them, gets naked and suggestive. Then when she’s finished. Hearty Midwestern stock. Farm country. Her ancestors from Scandinavia or Denmark or someplace where there were Vikings once. She’s big – leaning towards fat, but in a powerful way, not an obese way. She’s nearly six foot tall and almost two hundred pounds. She looks like I imagine a shield-maiden woulda looked, or a farmer’s wife who could fling hay bales into the loft, or like an athlete who could throw the shot-put downfield. She’s got big tits, a fat ass, and thick thighs. And when she’s.