With that thought in mind, Chelsea stopped Anne, stood her up and forced her tongue into her throat, Anne replied by kissing back and by walking with ...er to the couch. “Hmmm, where did Jamie get off to?” Anne thought, remembering her lover. “oh well, more for me then” she thought.While Chelsea was kissing Anne, she was dipping her hand into Anne’s nice, wet pussy, and lubing her cock up with the juices coming out of it. “Damn, she is tighter than fuck!” thought Chelsea, as she was barely able. "Miss me yet. Missing you like crazy." I replied, "Love you baby and I always miss you when you are not around". I stared at the phone a little and thought how unusual it was to get a message like this from my wife. She was a good wife and a great mother but she didn't show much affection. Just as I finished putting up the tent my phone buzzed again. "I wish you were here to fuck my wet pussy.". I felt something stir in me and I knew my body was reacting to the message. "So you are not. Her breasts were perky, though, and she was a blast to talk to. Her warm brown skin drove me up a few walls. That day she wore a paper thin white button up that was a little too tight. The spaces between the buttons crept open a few times, show that she had nothing on underneath it. As we talked, we inched closer and closer. Her hand found her way to my knee and mine was tucked away between her thighs, my pinkie finger teasing her closer and closer. I could feel her warmth on my hand. It was. Although he was working, he was taking long lunches. Mostly, they just met up at his place. 'So it's mostly sex'' I asked. She nodded yes.On the one hand I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted to know why she wanted him so badly I wanted to know what she was doing with him. I had never even seen a picture of this guy, but a thousand images were going through my head involving Mel and some faceless guy writhing on the sheets of some generic bed. Thinking about it just burned me up..