She asked me to go out and see what he was doing. I went out pretending to have some water. He was sitting in the sofa and watching TV. I winked at hi... and he smiled at me with full of excitement. I then went near him, Kissed him and told him all the best to have fun in the best way. Then I went in to my room. She was very eager to know what he was doing. I said that he was watching TV.I told her to go out in to the hall after 10 O’ Clock and tell him that she came to study in the hall as pinky. It was on speaker so with that and the kitchen noises she hadn’t heard me come in. Something that was said made me stop and listen. I heard Suzy finish a sentence with “…having an affair.” “Why do you think that?” said Carrie. “We don’t have sex much anymore.” “Mmmm,” said Carrie. “Do you offer it to him?” “What do you mean? I’m always here.” “I didn’t ask that. When was the last time you just grabbed his cock or gave him a blow job? Or even just sat on his lap and give him a juicy French. During that night the two husbands had somehow managed to ‘stray’ into the wrong bedrooms – apparently truly by accident at first - but a night of energetic, illicit sex had followed in both beds.The following morning had been difficult and embarrassing but once the first recriminations were over, they had both confessed that they had really enjoyed the experience and, as long as it represented no risk to their marriage, would both like to try it again.After considerable online research they. Her swollen belly prevented me from lying down on top of her, so I used my hands to support me.Leanne?s stomach and breasts swayed with each inward force and as I started to push the sweater upward to see her tits, Leanne removed her hands off of her face to pull her sweater back down to save what little dignity that I might give her.I was much too overwhelmed by my own need to deliver my load of semen to care about her resistance, as well as enjoying the horrific expression on her face as she.