I found to my own discomfort that I was as enthralled as the blokes standing open mouthed and red faced at the cubicles. “Gottya,” I said into her...face which was an inch from mine. Sam's face glowed with embarrassment and rage. And from the blood flow of being bent over. “I’m letting go now." I said. I released the skirt, four or five seconds after having pulled it down. Sam took both hands to grab the scrunched and tangled skirt, trying to lift it up. She made it stupidly easy for me to reach. She was focused reading the newspaper, while she fingered her swollen clit...The sight was totally hot and sexual. I could see the lust in her eyes. Anita wanted to see me get off as much as I wanted to see her.I began to stroke my dick, as Ana smiled at me and resumed rubbing her pussy lips. I felt like I was going to cum very soon, so I relaxed and enjoyed the sight of my sensual wife playing with herself. Her eyes were glued to my erection as she touched herself. With her free hand, she. Another hot day given it was midsummer; I decided to wear shorts without pants underneath. Out of my bedroom window I saw Maria looking, I was sure hopefully, up at the window. Going forward I acknowledged her and smiled and she signed to me to come round soon as she been to the bins with her rubbish. She too had shorts on that tucked into the tops of her thighs giving me a lovely view as she bent over the bin to drop the rubbish revealing her tight arse cheeks. She didn’t look back but I. My first reaction was, understandably, anger. I wanted to hurt her badly and to execute a revenge that would become a benchmark in days to come.But then came sadness when I thought of self-destruction that would accompany my revenge. After I worked through these two primitive emotions I came to point of Nirvana. I concluded that I just did not care anymore about her, our marriage, or my future.I met Sandy when she moved next door when we were just kids. I was all of eight years old and she was.