My rage was almost complete…Using my vast computer skills I located the same photo on 3 different adult sites, with the original being on a ‘frien... finder’ hook-up site. “Married 30-something in need of casual partners. Must be D/D free and discrete.” My life was over…I called her, there was no answer on her cell or Skype. I called her hotel, her room phone went unanswered. I call her co-workers that were supposed with her, they all denied knowledge of her whereabouts.I sent her an email to. Well mostly normal. There were a few odd looks and silences for a few days. Val's friends were still trying to get her to ask someone to the Valentine's Day dance. They didn't care that it was still a month away. They thought that the sooner Val had picked someone the sooner the preparations could begin. Whatever that meant I had no idea. Tiffany wasn't as loud about it around me though.In our last class together for the day Val sat next to me for the first time since the dark room. There was then a bit of a gap of about ten minutes. Then my phone started to load a short video clip. I hit play and turned up the volume. I could see now Ana, her thighs spread wide, offering him full access, as the black fingers went in and out of her cunt. My wife was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the different touch of his fingers. The video ended in less than fifty seconds and I immediately replayed it. Then I listened up and heard him talking. My bottom was on fire, but also numbed by the number of strokes. Through the incoherent haze in my head, I realised I was crying and quietly sobbing. I was also more wet than I’d ever been. Mrs Vero’s words made my pussy quiver every time she spoke. I felt her fingers caress my buttocks again. This time they ran down my crack, and I shuddered. I felt her fingers on my pussy lips…‘You like the humiliation, don’t you, Mrs Lonsdale?’I couldn’t deny it.‘Y – Yes, Mrs Vero!’She leaned over me.‘You.