Usually they were shamefully pretending to be just scouring the airport for something. But in reality, they were being rather unmistakably obvious abo...t currently trying to see right up her skirt. Later my wife told me she was a little amused by the fact that most guys were basically really taking their time walking past her, lingering around trying to take full advantage of this almost risqué view of a nice girl’s pantie as much as possible. Not realizing or even caring that they were making. In fact, sometimes it would end there. A few touches here and there and soon I've lost interest.I would become sick and tired, bored even of my own fingers touching my flesh.I wondered what it would be like to have my fingers replaced by that of a man, women or female. But my mind tells me their touch would feel only the same, so I ignore my common feelings of arousal. I noticed I become very aroused before my time of the month hits. Like I'm in heat, myself the puppy and owner in one. Having. To my amazement, I had slept well and had risen feeling wonderful; strong, happy and secure.The woman I loved had been fucked by another man; the worst that could possibly happen in a relationship had happened and it hadn’t been so bad after all. She had done it when we agreed, where we agreed, with the man we had agreed and had come back to me afterwards and told me, all as we had agreed.We hugged and kissed and got on with our days as if nothing had happened.But something had happened; I had. He shrugged too, and gently prodded the burst sausage end under the handle until he met a little less resistance."Mmmpphhh..." she mumbled, moving her hips and lifting her legs up to his shoulders, even whilst sucking the spicy pork in her mouth.He slid the moist, juicy sausage deeper into her ass with every small thrust and withdrawal of his cock in her cunt. Eventually, there was no more room for his fingertips to hold on, so he left it there and pumped her a little harder."Mmph mmphmphm!".