Two days later, she called. Crying, she said, “I guess I should explain. I’m so sorry for what I did, can I talk to you”? I told her that I w...uld be free Monday if she came home at noon. “Oh, Charles,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I will be there, please don’t hate me, I love you”. “Yeah, sure”, I said, “don’t be late, I’m busy but will give you a little time”, and hung up. I had it planned to have the divorce papers served then. I knew my income would be stable for another two years. Pam set those aside and picked up her ornate hand mirror... she wanted to see her self, live and 'doing it'! That was her first such use of that mirror and far from the last orgasm achieved with it in hand!Her Mom had given that thing to her as a gift and would have had a shit hemorrhage if she only knew how her horny kid was using it right then! She would have had a double hemorrhage if she even knew that Pam had sex for the sheer Hell of it!My wife was a strange duck in some ways where. As she turned the page, I became aware that her hand was creeping up my thigh and my cock twitched in excitement. Veronica turned her face and gave me another long kiss with much tongue play.“You must be getting rather uncomfortable,” she cooed, “I think I need to release that snake in your pants from its cage,” and she unzipped my flies, slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers round my shaft.”Veronica turned the pages a little faster after that while gently stroking my rock hard shaft. "After I saw you with that guitar today? How could I not? You know that's pretty hot, right?" At the look she gave him, he snickered for a moment, then became more serious. "Ryan, I'm not looking for a huge commitment, on either of our parts. But I do want more than what we have so far." He pushed a lock of her hair back. Ryan bit her lip at both the touch and his expression. "I, ah, I get busy you know." She gave him a wry grin. "Plus there's the whole temperamental artist thing." "Trust me,.