Besides, with him on swings, we have plenty of time for fun after work. Oh, I've got to go — it's almost dinner time and he will expect me to make i.... It's my turn to cook tonight. See you Monday. Love ya."Boy, talk about hearing your marriage go up in flames. I quickly hung up the phone and went out into the garage. I sat down at my workbench, and put my head in my hands and sobbed. What was wrong with me? What had I not given Carol that made her go out and fuck around on me with her boss? I. ‘it’s another ad. My turn again.’ Somehow she managed to stroke her clit while holding my dick in her other hand – her hand and my shaft alternated with pulses. Her thumb moved up and massaged some of the leaking pre-cum onto the purple, engorged cockhead. ‘Fffffffffffffffuckkkkkkk. Yeah.’ ‘Quiet, baby. The show is back. I want you to come for me in a bit. Then you can rest up and get healthy so you can fuck me again.’ She started stroking, cupping her other hand against my balls. I heard her. Those that fit between are more difficult to find, but believe me, I'm searching my mind."The phone rang, and Cathy called to say she was on her way. Carol advised her, "Think social in and out of bed, but also think of taking electronics while you do it."When she entered, the trio on the far couch was catching their breath. Carol had brought robes to them. Cathy gave them a friendly wave. Apparently, we were developing our own etiquette.I certainly took a moment to admire Cathy, who apparently. She bent over right in front of me . Her pussy lips were inches from me now..she was drying her hair and kept bending over. Then it was over and she put a house coat on and we sat together watching tv until my wife came home the whole time I kept looking at her which made me crazy. This went on for weeks as I would catch her getting in and out of the shower until one night I caught her staring at herself in the mirror as she started rubbing her breasts. Next she started looking for something as.