It wasn't you who I was caught with, but it sure as hell was your fault."And then she strode away. She did look good with those long legs, or what I c...uld see of them under that damn long thing she was wearing.I had the feeling that I had won one.Well back at her table there was hushed talking and some dirty looks in my direction. I went on having a drink and ordering some hor dourves for ten. Our table talk was now just a little strained.The perfect husband was now busted by nine other people. She had always looked forward to them, but she found herself thinking back to them reliving the conversations and realizing, consciously for the first time, how intimate they had become. She had revealed secrets to these ladies she had never revealed to another living soul. Secrets she would never dream of telling her husband. The more she thought the more she realized she hadn't been the only one sharing intimate secrets at the dinners. Remembering the deep, intent look in the brunette's. But then claire said i will go riding with peter my cock just about lifted the table of the floor at that point go i had to get him undercontrol.my aunt said that was a good idea strangly carol volunteered to keep an eye on her k**s while we went ridingafter lunch and an erection that had finaly subsided claire and i changed to go riding i was wating for her outside the house well she wasn't wearing her usual riding gear she came out wearing these tiny jean shorts that huged her arse so tight. I watched, like a stalking b**st, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, in short-- timed -- jerks.I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that would make him cringe, plead and beg.I imagined making him suck off each of my fingers. One. At. A. Time.Each time, longer than before. Hissing orders into his ear. Faster. Deeper. Wetter.Masturbating.