There was my attractive wife, looking a million dollars, dressed to kill, groping a strange man, not even a good looking guy at that - about mid-fifti...s, short, hairy back, middle-age spread, and though I’m no expert, not a big cock judging from the bulge in his shorts - right in front of me, with him leering at me like a cheap extra from a low budget porn film. Her hand started to move and stroke the bulge under her fingers, then she at last turned and glanced at me. I think maybe for. After two days i got a mail back, it said, where do you want to meet?. I couldn’t wait for e-mails after that so i whatsapped him saying at my place, he said ok. My room was a single bedroom with a big terrace, and the room was small. The plan was to meet by 7 in the evening.I was ready, when he came it was raining, i welcomed him and made him sit on the bed. We didn’t speak for a min, then i started by saying i am sorry, no reaction from him, i looked at him, he was looking somewhere else, i. He took off his sneakers and lay on the sofa with his feet in my lap. I took his sock off and massaged his foot and he soon fell asleep. I took his other sock- he had very pretty feet - so I painted his toenails pink like mine while he was napping. Then I moved his feet and went into the kitchen to start dinner. When he woke up he yelled “What did you do?"I went into the living room and he was lying there looking at his toes. I told him that he had such pretty feet, they could pass for a. Unusually enough, or probably because of Cathy being there, she came with just a little sob and a sigh of pleasure, but her eyes were open and locked onto mine, words weren't needed, her look said it all, then as Cathy squeezed my balls again, I felt my semen rising."Fill her for me, Derek." Cathy hissed behind me, "Come on my darling, fill her sweet cunt for me."The thought of what she was going to do was too much for me, I jerked once and rammed my prick up until I felt the far wall of her.