The sled will pick me up at daylight. But, we can party all night.” “Great idea,” my husband answered. “I would love to have you be Angie’s...and my photographer. We will have something real to remember this weekend by, for a long time.” “Deal!” My guys gave each other a high-five, over my head. Over my dead body will Thomas have any record of this, I thought. But I might have some of him, just in case he goes rogue on us in the future. Something like the Stockholm effect sat in. We three. And if I was honest with myself, I stopped looking at her a long time ago. I started looking at the men in the gym or in our client meetings. Most men, let’s be honest, are not worth a second glance, intellectually or physically. Once in awhile though…If I am honest with myself, he could have been an ass about it. He could have used it against me or forced me. He did none of those things -- how much him being married also has to do with it, I don’t know.If I am honest with myself, it was on. Molly quivered and ooed as quietly as possible. He massaged the walls he was so familiar with. Being married for 30 years, there wasn’t any part unfamiliar to him. After several moments which felt like an eternity to Molly, Jim pulled his hand up and out. The juice was thick between his fingers. Musk of his wife’s pussy entered the air and he brought it to her nose. She trembled in ecstasy as she smelled her womanhood and watched her husband lick his fingers. His shaft was pressing with. She watched as he moved his hand slowly over his hard on pressing down on his underwear clearly giving her a more detailed look at his cock. She could now see the outline of his large mushroom head, and thick veins, which covered his cock. She continued to look intently and noticed his hand now rubbing his monster. Turned on by what she saw; her nipples became erect and clearly visible through her robe. She watched his face as he rubbed his cock. Not sure what to do, she quickly closed the door.