As we walked her tail swatted flies as usual and noticed her bulging pussy was big, pink, with nice mound ... She looked fucking hot and I was randy �...� for fucks sake it was a living hole and in my state... I let her wander on ahead of me and watched, fascinated. With each step small amounts of liquid seeped out of her cunt, dribbling round her enormous swaying udders onto the ground. We finally reached the barn. I placed her in an empty byre and examined her closely, after getting some plastic. You see, my wife fits easily into the category of a "slut" - she's told me plenty of times that getting fucked makes her feel better, and after going a few days without getting her pussy filled, she can't control herself until she gets her fix. So, being a good husband, I decided to help her out with her addiction. Before we left, we asked her parents if they would mind watching our kids for a night, so we could just be together. We set up in a hotel near our house and unpacked our things. We. Was he being funny? I don't think so, my gut is telling me I'll be expected to surrender myself to him as well.I don't have to do this. I can just politely and professionally decline the meeting. Things are already too risky with John, I can't allow it to become even more convoluted.Just then there was a knock at my door. I got up and walked over to open it, hesitating as I reached for the handle, for a second worried it was John again. It was a courier with a box wrapped in red paper. I. Her husband saw only the consequences -- her distant attitude toward him, her frustration -- and not the causes which he might have corrected if he had known them or been able.Nor did Cynthia know the causes. The consequences, however, were so developed that she and Roger lived in separate world, worlds rushing daily farther apart.Yet here she was bouncing along the beach -- her full, wide-set breasts heaving beneath the confining suit -- to lie on her blue blanket beside him, a soft curling.