John said they were more revealing than the gown.I wondered if I was dreaming, this was not the Mary I thought I knew.John said he was going to bring ...he Sunday paper in. The minute he left us Mary moved over near me and said " This is for you and I to get better aquatinted". "You are not going to be able to have sex with Fay for six weeks but you can have sex with me if you want".John came back in with the paper before I could reply. Mary finished our breakfast and we ate.I did not really want. The light gave me a better view of him. Sexual tension pulsed between my legs as I looked at him. His green hypnotic eyes enticed me. As he came towards me my hands reached for his shirt once again, this time removing it. Magnificent tattoos covered his chest. Tasting his nipples sent shivers through me. He leaned down kissing my neck. His hands running under my shirt removing the barrier. My breasts were caressed gently. His tongue sliding slowly around my nipples as his teeth nipped them.. Mark looked at me for approval and I nodded. He slipped off the chair and knelt behind Sarah, he put a hand on each arse cheek and spread her wide. He looked at my wife’s anus and pussy, his dreams coming true. He slowly tongued her anus and slipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy, she groaned and slowly pushed back at his fingers he wanked his cock with his other hand it was bigger than I remembered, he was so turned on, I knew there was no going back. He rubbed her juices over his bell. As good-looking as she was, Lana had been hit on often, and had shunned any unwanted advances successfully ever since before we had become exclusive back in school.It also sounded as if Van Horn believed that he had Fife by the short-and-curlies over a one-time incident involving Fife's having fucked a fairly senior Bureau guy's wife at a party. Would this affect Fife's professional ethics in forwarding the information that I had given him today, I wondered?What else could I do? Did I even have.