I have had a vasectomy and I knew that my wife at that time was not on the pill but there appeared to be no attempt to use any protection. As I watche..., my anger was starting to take over. Because I didn't want to start a fight I turned around and left the house, slamming the door as I went. I then got on my bike making a good deal of noise in the process and left. I returned later that night entered the house and found my wife in bed. Our friend had left.I got into bed behind her but facing. He pulled me against his chest and I leaned my head against his chest. I felt his dick get hard when I pushed my body against him. I shook the water off my hands and looked up at him and smiled."Hey Scott," I said sighing when his fingers pushed a curly blonde hair away from my face. His hands gently caressed my cheeks and he smiled when I smiled again. Scott slipped his hands under my shirt and my bra and rubbed my nipples with his fingers. I moaned as his fingers teased my nipples into hard. ” And I leant back and kissed her mouth, open to tongues clutching and swallowing, Kim with as much vigour as me, oblivious to my beer and cigarette-tasting mouth thankfully.Relinquishing her mouth, I traced a saliva trail down her chest, branching off one side then the other: destination boob and nipple right, then left after a suitable time exploring; trying to equalize my attention between them, as no way could I get both to/in my mouth at the same time!I feasted non-stop, there was so much. She raised her tweed skirt and showed me her stockings and suspenders along with the French knickers that I had sniffed and licked clean on many occasions before. Telling me that I was a sick dirty boy for wanting to taste and smell the slick juices of a 73 year old suppressed slut, the very thought of my nose being stuck in crusty panties made her old pussy slick with her arousal.She told me she was going to finger herself whilst crouching over my face to get it nice and coated so she could.