I was able to finish my work at three in the afternoon and send the deliverables and head back home sooner than I thought.I arrived at the apartment a... four in the afternoon and quietly slipped in using my keys. I immediately heard murmurs in the bedroom and realised my wife was not alone. I was tensed and my heart beat raced. I wasn’t sure how I would react. A part of me wanted to see her having sex with another man or men, the lovers she adorned, it was like a kink and I forever wanted her to. Mary said she was still hung over and would I feed them supper and get Edith's clothes out for school tomorrow. I did that and then went down into the basement to copy Mary's action onto a disk. God it made me sick and I couldn't watch this again.I decided to make enough copies for my neighbors too. One for each wife to use if they wanted evidence in their own divorce action. That is if they couldn't accept what their husbands had done. I burned these onto a disk as those would be much easier. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and squeezed on my growing penis. I moved my hands to her tube top and moved it up over her breasts. I laid her on the desk and she spread her legs. I placed my face at her sweet little pussy and began lapping up her sweet goo. She was watching as I ate her out. The guys following her must have set this in motion. I was determined to find out but first things first. Karen was moaning. I knew she was getting ready to orgasm but I couldn't let her yell and. I brought the "recipe" back home with me and prepared one for my wife. She wasn't too impressed. I think part of it was the fact that American bacon and English bacon are entirely different things. They are cured differently, and the English bacon was a lot more like what I would call ham. More meatly, less fat. I was actually fortunate that the baguette had recently become reliably available at local groceries. Such exotic bread stuffs weren't available when I was a child (except maybe in that.