She was nervous, yet excited, both sensuous and worried. Brad in a white shirt and navy pants met her at the top of the stairs, and his look and smile...dispelled all nervousness and worry.She would be his. No doubts as he leaned in muttered, “Welcome,” and kissed her gently on the lips, before reaching to produce a glass of white wine in each hand. As she took the glass she said, “I don’t really need this.”A half-smile and then, “Hell, I do. I’m nervous as a kitten.” He had to be joking, didn’t. We talked and caught up on what was going on in our lives. All of a sudden she reach over, took my hand and then placed it on her left tit. I remember wanting to touch and caress those tits for a long time. I started to feel her tit as she leaned back against the seat. She then said “I have waited to long for this.” I started unbuttoning her shirt and told her to lean up and then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Now I could feel both her tits and see them at the same time. Her nipples. She has a hell of aboobs, after asking her the size of her boobs she whispered 36 in my ear andstarted sucking my ear lobe , I got more aroused for the act and startedfondling her and licking her all over, later I knelt and started eating herbelly button and inserted my tongue in it And started playing with it andmy hands went inside her silk shorts from back side and started squeezing herass, as she was not wearing a panty beneath the shorts I occasionally couldfeel the wetness of her pussy. It was here that I turned and left the house heading for the nearest bar to bolster my deflated ego. I sat and drank until very late unable to reconcile what I had seen with what I had believed my wife to be.When I returned to the house later that evening, I drug my wayward whore of a wife into our bedroom for a little evening chat.“I came home early and stood out in the hallway watching you and Don this afternoon whore,” I started.Andrea’s eyes immediately slid to the floor and she started.