" She trusts me with everything, so she'd try for me.I wouldn't start with my tongue – no, I'd want to feel just how wet I made her, first. My finge... would slowly move up her slit, teasing, gathering up the sweet, earthy slickness before pushing in. Her cunt would be tight and slick around my finger, and she'd moan like a little slut. Another finger would go in, just to feel – god, if I had a cock, she'd feel so perfect around it.I'd finger fuck her first, until she started to squirm – my. He really didn't care what time she got back, he could be up glued to the TV or working on the computer for he was a tutor or he could be in bed and if he was wouldn't know when she got home for he had his own room, a situation that had existed for many years. He proceeded to cook his own meal; something that he did anyway for he was the main chef, his wife didn't cook, just didn't like it.The wife opened the front door of the vehicle and then, without any consideration that she could be. Without hesitation she dove head first towards his rock hard shaft. I had a wonderful view of her pussy as she sucked and licked his balls. It was gaped open, swollen and red from him stretching her to a new limit. I could hear her slurping at him as he calmly laid back as she sucked all of her juices from his balls and began cleaning his long dick with her tongue. "You wanna ride that big black cock?" He asked her. "Yes baby. I feel so empty." She replied before popping the very tip of his. A part of me needed confirmation that she really loved me, and that she was only putting on this one last show to close the relationship with her lover. I wanted to know how she felt about Prem, and how she felt about me. I also wanted to get clues on how I would start a new relationship with my wife tomorrow in the wake of whatever happened tonight.In this frenzy of angst, a devious idea came to me. I parked my scooter in a neighboring building complex so Prem would not notice it. Then I.