As I talked to my wife Veronica, Elizabeth pushed me onto my back and lowered her mouth over my cock. All the time, Elizabeth never took her eyes off ...f mine. 'Oh my God,' I said silently to myself. Here I was, trapped between 'right and wrong' as both ripped me apart. What have I done?' I said, beating myself up. I had little time for my self-imposed pity party. Elizabeth slowly licked up my shaft, and around the large purplish head. She quietly sucked at me, taking the entity of my shaft in. Hotter than hot. Heaven in robin's egg blue. And this was meant to be worn for normal days. As with the lingerie,the brassiere perfectly fit her breasts.When she reached me she said, "see they just hold me out there. Not squished together or lifted to my chin. Just like they're being presented. And the half cup or whatever allows the tops of my boobs to move. They sort of bounce and jiggle a little. Even in a shirt it looks like my boobs are bigger."I was enjoying her enjoyment. All I know. My thumb slowly presses at her pucker-hole. I alternate caresses of her ass cheeks with soft slaps, while I explain I want to make her warm first and next hot. As an expert spanker, I know how to read the reactions of her body and adapt the rythm of slaps and soothing her skin, sometimes sending shivers, when my fingers run slowly down her spine into the split between her cheeks, ending with a slight touch of her love lips, a few times all the way until to her clit. We repeat this many times,. She really was an amazing mother. No, she resented me for ever getting her pregnant. She resented me for begging her to keep the baby. So, I suppose it's been almost five years since I was this blissfully happy. And for the first time, my chest doesn't ache when I think of Michelle and Alice.I sit up and move to put my boxers on, hoping to find Alexis in the bathroom or on the porch, but instead I find a note:My John,You looked so peaceful sleeping, I couldn't bear to wake you. I'm so utterly.