Then I realized there was someone else watching; but soon I relaxed as I recognized him as one of the lads that was with my wife's new friend earlier....I made sure that he could not see me.As I turned back, I was shocked to see that my wife had released the guy’s cock, her hands barely able to reach his thick girth as she stroked it to full length. I could not stop her anymore; or better I could say that I did not want her to stop. Ana was enjoying it and I also was the same…Soon his hand pushed. The only time there would be much water in the river would be when it rained, and in Southern California where we lived at the time this did not happen often. She loved the excitement anticipation and uncertainty of what might or could happen but nothing ever did, until this particular evening! For her the delicious possibilities were always the biggest turn on, as the actual sex act was always frosting on the cake!She would have no idea where she had been taken, as I would almost never remove. "Sure! Miz Watson loves photo ops with her fans." BELINDA!" I hissed. I doubt he believed her line of bullshit because I had to show him my student ID a moment earlier to sign up; but Belinda's attitude spoke of a desire to milk as much fun out of me as she could tonight. If I'm being honest, I'd have to admit I was enjoying it; the boy at the sign-up desk wasn't the only one looking at me with his mouth open, and some of them were bordering on cute to good-looking.Belinda took his phone and. That night will torment me forever. All the possibilities of what could have happened. Never was my jealousy more than that moment, or any moment I remember it still. It was a pain that left a tiny scar that I could have avoided. However, that night also forced me to address my own jealous feelings and find a way to cope.My current coping mechanism is to embrace it fully. Yes, I get jealous. No that feeling won’t go away. But I will use it to my own choosing, hopefully creating some provocative.