But, even in my exhausted and beaten shape, I found her extremely desirable.“I loved seeing Layla kick your balls like that,” Andrée said. “I�...d love to kick your balls myself, but you heard Layla’s instructions. You’ve earned a happy ending.”Andrée spread a white towel between my legs. Then she stood up and unfastened her stylish bra and carefully d****d it over the crossbar.“Layla wants me to make sure your cock and balls still work after all that kicking,” she explained.Then she leaned into. We switched positions and she licked my pussy till I came too, she got up and we kissed on the lips sharing each other’s pussy juices taste, she whispered in my ear, “would you like to share my husband’s cock with me, I hope your friend David, doesn’t mind us doing it in his bar?”I whispered back, “don’t worry about him, he is OK with it”David was already busy closing his bar out after he locked the main door, her husband was alone, looking at what we were doing, she looked at her husband. All through this, I kept watching him, seeking to see his familiar smile of approval, but that night his eyes remained closed and I knew his thoughts were elsewhere. In truth, this pained me terribly, for as much as I desired him to be with me, I knew it was the mother of his children that claimed his attention.Perhaps it was because of this, my hurt and my desire to bring him back to me, that I did what came next. I had been frustrated with him for years though. Years when he pretended that. When Tony came down that evening he handed me two bottles of wine and gave my wife a hug. “You smell nice, Hazel,” he said, “that’s one thing I’ve missed since my divorce.” As he looked over my wife’s shoulder at me, I smiled and winked at him. He was really playing his part well. As we ate I made sure wife’s glass was well topped up after we’d finished off the two bottles, I could see that she was getting slightly tipsy. Things were going exactly how I’d planned.Once the meal was over, we.