My problem is that I don’t feel I can trust her any more. That and the fact that as far as I know, she carried on seeing him after I left, and doesn...��t intend to stop.”“Have you asked her?” she asked.“No, but then, she hasn’t told me either, and don’t you think that’s the first thing you’d bring up?”“Probably. So the first thing you need to establish are her intentions. If she’ hasn’t seen him since that night, and doesn’t intend seeing him again, then at least that’s a step in the right. When i look his way he takes a step forward so he is almost poking me in the face with it. How in the world did I get to this point, I have never touched another man like this, much less sucked a man-which is what I presume he wants and expects. In no uncertain demeanor he just says" Like the taste of my wife? Well then taste me too. Why I felt compelled to reach out and touch instead of getting up from the chair I do not know, but I did just reach out and take ahold of his cock, wow,. ” she said.“What did you do? Did you take it out of his pants?” I hissed.“No!! Come on Arun!! I just…. I went close to him using the excuse of having him change his pose. And then…” she stopped.“Then?”“Then I dropped my brushes which were in my hand, in front of him on purpose. And I bent over to pick them up. The skirt rode up and my thong-covered ass was right in front of him.”That’s when I realized, with a shock, that I felt a twitch in my cock. The image of my sexy wife in a tiny skirt and. I was sitting at the breakfast table, in the minimum of clothing, straight from my bed, and daddy, who held me transfixed, was speaking, and as he spoke, his cock grew before my eyes, rising and raising his t-shirt as it outgrew its length, and teasingly slid down its shaft as it thickened and rose.Daddy really was a big man, and my keen 20-20 vision, followed the thick venous veins pulsing with warm blood, along his length, as the protective foreskin peeled back to reveal its bullet like head,.