It didn't hurt the way it used to. While his stomach still tightened as the thought of her infidelity flittered through his mind, he was now able to d...smiss it and his gut relaxed in turn. That was the past and this was now. Jennifer was a much better fit for him, and he was an order of magnitude happier.Happiness. What a strange, elusive, indefinable concept. Had he been happy with Claire? Yes, as best he knew how, he supposed. They'd had fun at times and lacked friction in the little. “As you wish, Mistress. I’ll need a bit of help getting back up, though,” she said. She floundered a bit on the floor to show her lack of mobility. Emma leaned over and helped pull Jess back up on all fours.Emma picked up the bottle of lube to grease the strap-on, then set it back down. Jess’ juices had flowed all over her hands, so she was pretty sure Jess would be fine without it.She started to put the harness on, then reconsidered. Things might get messy and she was still fully. I immediately replied with, "Well hello, Sammy, you're looking a little lost, are you okay?"My cock was bulging, throbbing, and I made no attempt to conceal the rock-hard member making my jeans swell."No," she replied, "I'm meant to be meeting someone but I've been here over half an hour."She peered around, still looking for this person I hoped had fallen from the face of the earth. I got an even better look down her top. I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the head of my cock and it hadn't. I noticed him walking around with what looked like a extra big wad in his tight bathing suit and pointed him out to my wife. She told me that she was going to have to try that on. Well she managed to get him off from the crowd and have sex with him. When she came back to me she said that she had just fucked him in the bathroom. I asked how was it? She sipped her drink and said it was great. She said he was extremely well hung and he beat her pussy up real hard. She told me she could feel her.