“Don’t be shy, touch me” I whispered, and Craig shoved his hand down my blouse and bra onto my hard nipples, his hands warm as he had ripped off...his gloves seconds before. I moaned as his other large hand ripped my skirt up and grabbed my already moist pussy through my pants and he rubbed me even wetter as I wriggled my small hand through his jeans and boxer shorts onto his large warm cock.It felt big, probably 9 or 10 inches long at least with decent girth, and I realised I hadn’t touched a. I was out of control and rocked to my husband’s constant fingering as I began to stroke Sam’s cock. I could feel myself begin to orgasm as my husband moved down towards my pussy. Just then Sam leaned in and began to kiss me as I felt my husband’s tongue go to work on my sweet spot. I lay back in pure ecstasy as my husband licked at my clit and I stroked at my new friends cock. Just then they swapped position and my husband moved back up towards me. I quickly freed his cock and began to suck. “I thought it was clever. What’s a photograph if it isn’t a split second of frozen time that I capture through the lens of my camera?”She ignored my questions and turned to the first two pictures that were side-by-side. It was a picture of the walnut trees on my farm, the river, and the bluff I someday wanted to build a house on. I’d set up the camera on the other side of the river facing back towards where the farmhouse was.She looked up at me in confusion.“These are exactly the same.”I could. "Well it was nice to meet you, Tom," a said, my voice sounding fawning even to my own ears."You too, Diana. I hope to see you again."I smiled and gave him a finger-curl wave goodbye.I walked away and headed towards my car and the man who'd just arrived. I thought about Tom's description of some other woman bringing him his coffee every day - after I'd kissed him goodbye at the house - and somehow managed to resist throwing the cup in my husband's cheating face.He raised his eyebrow at me as I.