In all our twenty years of marriage she had never encouraged me like this before. My hand found her sopping pussy and I slid two fingers straight into...her."Oh yes, that's so nice," she sighed.This wasn't the wife I've known for so long but some new woman."Oh yes," she said her hips moving against me. "Do it more, harder."Her body convulsed a few time and she was still."Mmm, that was so nice," she sighed.My cock had never been so hard so I unzipped and pulled it out."What are you going to do. But really, did any of that matter? She yanked on my collar. “Then, I’ll tell you!”Her eyes studied mine and she slowly drawled three words: “Kiss…...my…..ass!”She couldn’t be serious. Kiss...kiss her ass? Here? Now? Besides, how dare she talk to a high school boy that way!“NOW!” she demanded and my legs buckled and for whatever reasons, I pushed my face into the very seat of her shorts and I kissed while she pressed her palms to the brick wall of the Shake Shack for support.. The person who approached me gave me a choice—give him information or the pictures and film of that night in Paris would be delivered to my parents and friends. The sting was a complete success. They now believed they had placed a spy within E Section.Everything worked perfectly, with one minor exception. The sex in the hotel room with Randy and Anne was supposed to be a performance, and maybe it was to Randy and Anne. I, however, after a few minutes of nervousness had lost control. My body was. "What's the occasion?" I'm going out with some of the girls from work. Don't worry," she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice, "they're paying for everything."Right off the bat something didn't ring true. I immediately got a bad feeling. As far as I knew, Lori had never cheated on me, but you don't put on the sexiest dress in your closet to go out with the girls. Besides that, my wife was a proud woman; I couldn't imagine her going out and allowing her friends to pay for everything. That.