We got up and went around to the back door. I opened it and we crept through the kitchen and down into the basement. I flicked on the light and smelle... the musty, moldy, laundry detergent smell you smell in all basements. It wasn't the most romantic place but we were beyond caring. At least we were indoors.At this point there was no longer any point in pretending we didn't know what was going to happen. We had both made up our minds and the other seemed completely willing. I looked around for. He didn’t take long to empty his balls down my wife’s throat and before she let him have his cock back Trudy licked and sucked the guy dry, he pulled up his jeans and boxers and walked off smiling, l wasn’t going to waste my wife’s nudity so went over, got her on all fours and had my turn, my wife’s pussy hole was wet, sticky and very saggy but l enjoyed fucking and filling her, we finished and went back to the car to go home. I let my wife have a few days off before taking her out again plus. He was one of the state’s richest men, with a cattle ranch, and oil to boot. He would give more of the day to day operation of his ranch to his foreman, and the oil, well, he could hire people to oversee that as well. He wanted her life to be full of all the fun things, things that they had both missed out on, in their previous marriages. He, by his cheating wife, and she by the loss of her beloved Michael. Funny, he felt no jealousy toward her first love. Michael sounded like a man he. This freed up her other hand; and with her mouth and tongue working their magic she took hold my balls and squeezed them gently. It felt so good; I stooped slightly and reached down so that I could fondle those breasts that I had lusted over for so long. I could feel my cock about to burst and knowing how my wife never lets me cum in her mouth I bleated that I was cumming. It made no difference she just thrusted and licked more frantically. Her mouth released my cock just long enough for.