.. I couldn't say no! So, there I am, flicking my tongue over the most incredible nipples I have seen, while massaging her other breast, when she asks...in her seductive voice, if I would like her to stroke my cock!''Really?!' I couldn't believe my wife!!'Yeah, really, look'' Stuart replied, as her fished out he's mobile. 'Another extra, she let me take a photo!' and he showed me a photo, my wifes delicate slender hands, clearly recognisable to me, wrapped around he's cock. My jaw hung over. For. “It’s my fault, Mistress. I’m sorry,” I told Theresa. I didn’t want Lucia getting into trouble for giving me such a good time.“No, no sir, not at all. It’s not your fault at all sir. Please, I…” Theresa paused to choose her words carefully, “I just can’t be seen to be witnessing anything untoward, you understand me don’t you?”“Of course, completely,” I said, “I just do hope Lucia will not be punished for my mistake Mistress.”“Oh no, of course not sir. It’s all forgotten about now,” Theresa. By the time I made it to the hotel, I was tired and hot, wishing for a shower before I saw Ken but instead, I took the key, grabbed my own bag and went to our room.Ken had spared no expense, getting us a suite of rooms with views over the beach. The sitting room that I entered when I opened the door was beautiful, done in wicker furniture with soft fuchsias and sea greens mixing with the ivory used as a background. I didn't take much time to look around, instead sneaking into the bathroom to. Finally, when I got to his house I had half a mind to drive away and never see Derek again, but again, that sex-craving banshee made the decision for me and I got out of the car and knocked on the door. When Derek answered the door he pulled me inside, shut the door quickly behind us, pressed me up against it and kissed me feverishly. I wanted to protest and tell him no, that I couldn’t keep doing this anymore, that I felt terrible and guilty all the time and that it was a life I didn’t want.