.. the father of our two wonderful children... My husband... the man I had been married to for so many years... My husband... who was probably even no... in London fucking Paul’s wife… My husband... the man who had lied and lied to me for the last nine months… My husband... I took a deep breath. “Well, if Uncle Paul says it’s ok...” Innocent sounding words that meant so much more! I could feel my skin prickle and the hair on my arms stand on end as the words emerged from my mouth. The message to. And then it got worse.Larry had been in the Navy for four years and when he got home he started having parties and inviting people over for dinner to renew old friendships and catch up on everything that had gone on while he was gone. Annie, curse her black heart, used these occasions to torment the men, married or single, who attended and Larry, poor schmuck, never noticed.After about six months of this a couple of guys tried to tell him that he needed to talk to her, but Larry laughed it off.. When she stood up, I then noticed her tight dark knee length, grey skirt. Finished off by some black high heels & barely black tights. As she bent over to scrape her plate clean into the bin, I could just make out the unmistakeable outline through her skirt of a suspender clip. This meant that mum was wearing stockings. Now, stockings to me had always one connotation — sex. But, this was my mum, and the thought quickly passed.She asked me what I had planned today, I replied nothing, then she. I also knew that she found added excitement in any sexual acts that happened outdoors. The possibility, no matter how small, of being seen or caught in the act definitely added a thrilling dimension for her.And here was my wife having her nipples licked and sucked by another man in the outdoors. I had little doubt that she was feeling very excited and turned on. I started to wonder whether she would be able, or even want, to stop Martin from going any further. Her deeply satisfied sounding.