She moved the camera so she could be seen in it and she sat down then come the most chilling words I’ve ever heard. “I know you fucked my husband ...ecause every room has cameras” I hit pause again and ran to their room and found the camera that caught me having sex with her husband, I almost pissed myself, I can’t go nowhere the little ones are in bed, all I could do was hit play again thinking she has probably called the police on me. I sat on the kitchen stole and hit play. “If you think you. “I’ll be fine. You don’t want to waste your evening listening to my sob story.” “No, it’s okay.” I probably sounded earnest now, mostly because I actually felt like I was being true and did want to help her. “If you want to, we can talk. It will probably do you good, a change of scenery.” I could see her weighing the situation carefully as she used a brush to tidy up my hair on the tiled floor. Should she sit at home and cry all night, or go get a coffee and have a chat with a virtual stranger. And the kiss lasted quite a while. Here we are, at an open terrace bar, surrounded by people and making out.Next thing I realize, she’s feeling my legs over my pants. I managed to unhook her bra over her top with one hand. She was impressed by that action. And I couldn’t help but feel her breasts. Such soft and amazing breasts. We ordered the cheque and we left. We took the lift.It reached the ground but we had to take the steps to reach the bike. The building had 2 underground floors. We went. During the day while Judy is at work we would sometime bump into each other in passing throughout the house until one day I walked into the bathroom while Lillian was cleaning the bathtub. She had on white nightgown and house shoes and was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the tub. I was standing in the doorway watching her ass shake and jiggle up and down or side to side depending on her motions of scrubbing. My dick got hard and I quickly walked into the other room. Lillian hadn’t noticed.