I was moaning madly. During this, I unbuttoned his shirt and made him all nude. We moved into the bedroom.Ken was lying on the bed. Sam sat on his mou...h to get her pussy licked. I was stroking Ken’s cock while sucking Sam’s boobs. Sam pulled me close and made me open my mouth wide and spit in my mouth. She kissed me and spanked me on my cheek, and ordered me to suck Ken’s cock again.Now Ken wanted to start the real action. He pushed me onto the bed, pulled my panties down, spread my legs wide.. I also started to rub my own cum over my lips and taste it.My thoughts kept getting kinkier and kinkier.My wife asked if she could continue having sex with Martin and I defiantly said, "No!" Offended that it could even be considered. She said we couldn’t sort this out just by having more sex. I argued we could but knew this to be untrue and told her to stop seeing him, it had to be over and forgave her as I loved her. But emotionally I was drained.She told Martin I had found out and told me it. He can't open his door fast enough.Once inside, it is on. I mean lips kiss, hands roam, and clothes come off. We make it to the couch before collapsing in passion. His cock is so fucking hard for me and I can't get enough of it. I grind against it, urging my dead pussy back to life. I feel the wetness between my legs. And my first thought is, Take that cheater! He tries to put me in doggie-style, but in my mind's eye, I see her perfect ass ... in the air ... getting perfectly fucked."No, let me. It wasn't just that she'd accomplished so much since she took over the job as my producer eight months ago. It was the other things. I guess a sigh escaped. "What?" she asked. "You are upset about something. Brian, what did I do wrong?" So quickly from elation to panic."No, honey. Nothing is wrong. You were wonderful. I'm trying not to be jealous!" You've never been jealous, Brian. What is it? What are you keeping back?" she asked."It's really nothing. Just ... When were you going to tell me.