That's when I saw her cunt. It was gapped open, I have never seen her pussy look like that. There was a black little hole right there... I could hear ...er talking buy couldn't hear what she was saying. I kept waiting for the cream to run out of that open hole but it never did. I was thinking , he didn't cum in her. She started to stand up so I turned tail and hurried back to bed. I was laying there a minute when she came in being real quiet. I could see her taking off her garter and stockings. I heard a low groan and the sounds of stroking increase their pace.“Fuck. I love watching you, Evy. I want to taste you.”Hearing his pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself; my fingers found their way back to my centre and desperately rubbed my clit. “I want that so much.”For a minute there was only the sounds of my stroking, our mutually unintelligible moans; we both concentrated on our own pleasure, watching the other touch themselves and wishing we were touching each other.“I – I can’t last a lot. She did make a good point too, maybe if things go well, he will buy more! I finally agreed against my gut feeling. So she emailed him back and set up an arrangement for the following Friday night to meet in a Walmart parking lot. We exchanged vehicle descriptions and he sent a picture of his face so we would recognize him. It was a long week of work for me but finally Friday was here. I again, got the kids off to their sleepover destinations and came back home. My wife was in what seemed like a. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving week in Paris. There was a conference in Paris again the week before our tenth anniversary. Our respective employers had decided to send us to Paris to attend the conference. I was notified first of the conference and my attendance there. I called Shelley on the phone, “Hello, mon cheri, ca va? I have some wonderful news for you today. You know in eight weeks our tenth anniversary is coming. Wouldn’t it.