My wife would tell me they were just friends. The second sign was that we rarely had sex anymore, and when we did I could tell she just wasn’t into ...t. The third sign was that when I checked the computer internet history there were loads of interracial websites listed that I had never heard of. Every time I would try to question her about it, she would storm off and get really pissed. After a while I just felt that I had to know the truth. I ordered some surveillance equipment off the internet. The stream kept going and I noticed a very fresh fruity smell in the bathroom. I reached over with my left hand and pulled back the shower curtain and saw a huge bottle of shampoo on the shelf. Fruity Than Before it said on the bottle. I smirked. The stream stopped, I shook it twice, put my member back in my shorts, flushed the toilet, and went back to my room. I closed the door and dropped my shorts to the floor. I stepped out of them, opened my closet door, grabbed a rectangular black box. All of the things we wanted to do. All of the positions. Everything we wanted to lick, suck, fuck and kiss until we would work ourselves into such a frenzied lather that masturbation gave scant relief from our runaway carnal lusts.But there was one thing we could always agree on. From the first time we met, more than anything else we longed to simply hold each other. A sweet, tender lover's embrace. Oh, the pure simple joy of it! So it was agreed. First things first. A long, beautiful hug, then. Do you honestly believe that had he been there and actually watched, the intensity of the perception of the infidelity would have been greater than what his own mind and imagination actually created out of a few simple words? Yes, Linda told me of your little adventure. I was very impressed. Well? No, not necessarily. On the other hand, Im aroused by the sight of my wife, by the sight of other beautiful women, by the sight of graphic sexual images and so on, I said. Perhaps we put too much.