Suddenly I was jolted by a loud female cry. I realised that this was Earl's first penetration of my wife's tight pussy, and my how she seemed to love ...t. Very soon I began to hear little gasps and cries coming from her, as her new lover began to move inside her. This made me feel even worse, as sex between Jenny and myself had always been quick and in silence. This however was anything but quick. For over half an hour it went on, with my wife's cries becoming louder and more urgent, as she. I could tell by theway she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could getaway with, that others would glance over and not register. Mydelicate watch that would remain hidden under my oh so straight shirtsleeves, my pure silk socks hiding stockings underneath, my ladiescourt shoes that were so close to the edge and gave me a thrill whenpeople gave them a second glance. I knew she would do things to methat my wife hadn't even heard of. I knew I could trust her to fulfilmy fantasies. Her other arm moved rapidly, and though he couldn't see her hand, he knew she was fingering herself. After a few moments, her breathing became laboured. "You're actually enjoying this." He said with a wry smile. "Fuck you." She told him. "Yeah, okay. Fuck me." He agreed, knowing she had meant it as an insult not an offer, but taking her up on it all the same. She shook her head at him, but knew she was going to. Given the limited space and his arms being unavailable to support her as he stood. She looked at the floor, embarrassed."Um ... um ... nothing..." she muttered."So, do I get a kiss from my favorite girl?" I asked again."I'm probably not your favorite girl anymore, not after tonight," she whispered, a sad, scared look on her face. "You're going to hate me."I won the bet with Megan ... I knew Julie would tell on herself! The girl didn't know how to be dishonest or evasive."Why is that?" I asked. "Julie, there's nothing you could possibly do that would make me hate you. Why are.