I had realized Saturday morning while I was on I75 south driving through Ohio that I had not stayed at the scene of the accident and gave a report. I ...idn't have much to say except that the bus was on my side of the road but I didn't know what the other driver might have said to get out of trouble.I hadn't even told my wife about it. She didn't like the look of some of the cuts and bruises so I had to tell her that the check and subsequent fight was a bigger deal then I had let her to believe.. This got her really upset and when I met her she couldn’t explain to me what was going on. She had never encountered such a situation. The next night I slipped one snap under her door and called her in the morning. She was sobbing. I told her that if she wanted the snaps back she would have to meet me in the passage of the flat, wearing only a nightgown with all the buttons undone. She refused as she knew that I normally come home late and was scared that I would see her. I said nothing doing. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to his crotch. I saw my wife’s hand on his shoulder making feeble motions of protests. But that was it. Through my night vision goggles I saw my wife’s head bobbing up and down over his crotch. Definitely she was sucking his cock. All the view I was getting was of Vimal’s face contorted, twisted in tremendous pleasure. He was gasping and moaning something. He was in immense pleasure enjoying my wife’s hot mouth slobbering over his cock. It. She tugged on my jeans indicating to me to take them off. As I did this, I could not see, obviously, but I think she was taking something off, I think her knickers. I felt her hands on my legs, checking I had removed my clothing then she traced my legs up to my thighs and grabbed my cock, then started blowing me again. She twisted her body around my head and I felt her thighs. Then the very unique aroma of a pussy, very close to my nose, I stuck out my tongue in search of it. I started.