She was very attentive to my needs ensuring I also came each time we met. We had made love more times in our first couple of months than my wife and I...in the last five years. I remember thinking that I was falling in love with this woman and started weighing things up in my mind. I loved my wife and was content in many ways even though there were difficulties so I couldn’t possibly love another woman. Then I closed my eyes and thought about Mandy and felt warm and content. I knew it I had. “Yes,” I replied, noting a smug amusement in her voice.“Are you sure? You might not be ready for this.”“I’m sure.”I leaned against Ma’s shoulder to ease her off the scope. She relinquished it easily, implying that she wanted me to see whatever it was. I peered into the scope. My God. Marylou was on all fours on our bed, being rocked steadily from behind—by Little Hank! The muscles in my neck went rigid.“Little Hank’s fucking my wife!” I exclaimed.“Of course,” Ma chuckled. “He’s been doing her. Dave started to talk to her “Mrs xxx do, you like fucking?” “OHH yes don’t you stop” you bastard she said. Again she swore, she never swears, hearing my wife talk and act like a slut was the height of this experience for me. Dave would go real fast for 6 strokes then slow down. The change of the pace was getting to her. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck me Dave” He kept changing the pace and she kept moaning. She was getting louder with each round of fast pace fucking. It was totally out of. They believed in a lot of nonsense about ghosts and spirits and nymphs in the old forest, lying in wait for the unwary traveller, waiting to steal their souls or trick them to their deaths. Tales of goblins and ghouls were far from his mind today as he wandered without any real purpose in mind. He would return to the village later, for now he was simply soaking in the serenity of nature. Unfortunately his solitude would not last much longer. At first he paid no heed to the noise, thinking it.