" Me and my big mouth. I was hoping he wouldn't catch on and ask why Sarah was in the room with us. Not that anything was going on; I just didn't want...to explain."Ah! That explains the tone of voice. Sarah trying to have her way with you, Son?" He laughed."Now, where did you get that idea, Dad?" I evaded."Well, the tone of your voice gave you away... A mixture of 'get me out of here' and 'I want that so bad I can taste it'. I only know of one thing that my Son, the big, bad, fearless ex-FBI. Her beautiful face is constantly framed by a wonderful smile, in short, a perfect wife if it were not that between us things were not going very well lately. Yet we have spent many together, 25 years of marriage, wonderful c***dren, and also two sentimental escapades on my part that I had forgiven over time, and that actually made me feel the emotion of being a betrayed but aware husband. So it was that in recent years our relationships have thinned between one concession and the other began to. We quickly finished our drinks and walked back to the hotel and headed for the bar. Mrs O was clearly excited at the prospect of what might happen and asked me how far we should take it. I told her as far as she wanted and she gave me a big smile before reaching over and running her hand over my already hard cock. As this was happening she got a text message from the guy telling us he was at the hotel so she told him that we were in the bar and to make his way over. Two minutes later a young. ..or a well-paid learning experience…She let out another gasp. Now two middle aged women, escaping the cello, entered the room. Stu slowly walked towards the door. Now she had the ball on her half, the next step was hers. He found the kitchen, poured him self a second glass on wine. Then he checked the contents of his wallet. He rarely used cash any more, so he was a bit surprised to find a crisp £50 note there.Then she came into the kitchen, typing something on her smart phone. “I am not doing.