I wanted to be fucking my wife instead of watching this other guy fuck her. And fucking is exactly the right word for what Brett was doing to her. The... weren’t making love, they were fucking. I wanted to close my eyes, shutting out the scene in front of me, but couldn’t.I remember that Kristen had been holding my hand earlier but at that point, I didn’t even realize she was there. I was simply mesmerized by the scene unfolding on the other side of the pool. I remembered what Michelle had told. For only a few seconds, the fastest I’ve ever driven a car is 130 mph on a long straight, empty highway. My knuckles were white, my palms were sweaty, and my heart was racing. Afraid I’d have a tire blowout, instead of trying to drive faster, I couldn’t wait to slow down. A scary proposition, for me to have a wreck at that speed would only take a mere twitch of the steering wheel. Taking my foot off the gas, not braking to upset the car, I allowed the car to slow naturally. Not seeing anything. She stripped herself slowly and finally became completely nude.I moved closer to her, took her hand and gave my tool to play with. She began to move it up and down and I moaned jeany chechyeee……aaahh. Her hands were shivering and she was sweating. She began to shake fast and I stopped her by saying slowly chechy….. I want to feel it for longer time. She slowed down. I opened my eyes and saw her boobs moving with the rhythm of her shaking my tool. I lost all my control and I hugged her and. “Would you like to stay again then?” I asked her as we cuddled, she smiled again and I have to say her smile melted me, “Oh yes please, Can I?” she asked, “mums always too busy and you give me such nice attention” she said and her lips met mine again but this time she put her tongue into my mouth, playfully I started to suck on it which made her giggle.As I held on to her arse I could feel my cock digging into her belly, she didn’t mention it but also didn’t object and it was nice having her.