She but this beautiful knee hi black dress with an open back, 4inch strapy hi heels. She look great. You know the type, the woman who turns heads on t...e streets. Raquel got into the limo and I started to drive her to the hotel where Mr Mavide was staying. Raquel gets out to greet Mr Mavide up stairs in the hotel and shows him the way to the car. Mr Mavide a tall slim 50 year old who looks like he is in good shape. Yes that's me getting a little jealous. I drive the two the first stop. A italian. We stood there, face-to-face, about ten feet apart, just staring at each other. I think he actually began to drool, just a bit. He got an instant and monstrous bulge in his pants which he made no effort to conceal. His pants tented out so far, his cock must have been really hurting.He stammered, "I-I-I had to dr, dro, drop Betty at her p-p parent's house, her m, m, mo, mother came down very ill. I came on home to be-be-be with the kids for tonight" Oh," I said, rather lamely, "I was just going. And he smiled as he said that white wives never forget something like that. Worst of all, sometimes the couples returned for a second round…He finally said they would not back until next morning…I stood there in complete shock. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there at the bar, looking back at the house on the hill. Even from this distance I could hear my wife scream. Everybody else at the bar could hear it, I was so embarrassing. Not only was I unable to do anything to stop it but my wife. In the morning I would walk up behind Carmen in the kitchen and caress her tight ass with Peter still ind the room. When he left we would kiss and caress each other, but nothing more. But often we had little chance getting together for a full-out fuck-session, so I was always horny and just waiting to get some release. One evening I lay in my bed thinking about my situation and decided to crank my affair with Carmen up to the next level. So the next morning as I walked into the kitchen, I knew.