"I still hadn't told her about "accidentally" fucking Spike in the surf earlier that day."Three times," I corrected her."Three times?" Rupali asked."H...'s already come once," I explained.Her eyes widened. "Ewwww! You're not lying in it are you?" she laughed.I snorted – very unladylike. "Ewwww! No!" I retorted, laughing. "It was before, after he made you come." Shhh," she hissed. "He doesn't know I know."A voice from above: "Is this a private conversation?"Both of us together: "Yes!"Then stage. I’d help him to have an asshole the size of a train tunnel. I’d help him to suck so much cock it changed the shape of his teeth. I’d help to humiliate him in front of his fans without anyone even knowing. ?And have you ever done anything about your desires? Have you sucked on Rupert’s, big red haired teen prick?? He shook his head. ?Have you seen Rupert’s dick?? He nodded. ?Daniel, I get paid one thousand dollars an hour, the last you could do is answer me out loud. Where have. “Are you going through my private things?” she asked. Now, the shock set in. Now, I had been caught jerking off to my wife fucking another man. And now, I'm the one with some explaining to do? I was confused. The conversation that followed changed everything for us. I calmed down and while I had looked at her computer, clearly the biggest violation in the marriage had been on her part. “You fucked another man in Seattle?” “Obviously. You just saw it.” she said stone cold. I gathered up enough. It occurred to me that whenever we watched a porn flick she always made the same remark, “They always show girl-on-girl, but never show guys fucking other guys.” Fast forward to a month later, we went to our local porn theater wearing our usual “easy access clothing” and settling into a row in the middle of the theater, started to play with each other. I could usually finger Susan to two or three orgasms while she would pull and stroke my cock. Usually, I waited until we got home before I would.