.. What about this afternoon?" He asked while stroking my cheeks. How could he be so delicate and so rough at the same time?“This afternoon is fine,...but...” I tried to finish the sentence, I tried to say I was still sore from yesterday, but I couldn't. I stood still looking down to my lap, thinking of a way to say that in the proper way.“What’s wrong? Just tell me.” He said, his hand on my left thigh, like he did yesterday while we were heading to the parking lot. He started caressing me. It. As wonderful as it was to be viewing her perfect pussy, he couldn’t wait to taste it and eased his face down towards her.As his tongue started to savor the sweet taste of her excitement, so his hands held her hips and started to gently slide up her sides, all the time tantalizing her skin with his soft but firm touch. Shelly could do nothing but lie back and enjoy the sensations as his hands moved and his tongue lapped gently at her swelling pussy lips.He drew the tip of his tongue along her. Was this her way of paying me back? Or was this a real accident like I had faked so many times before. I wasn't sure. So I asked her if she wanted a drink to see her reaction. Without even lifting up her head, she said sure. As I walked towards her to hand the beer, I couldn't help but stare between her legs. And I felt my cock tenting in my soaking wet trunks. She lifted her head and gave me a smile as I handed her the drink. Then she glanced down at my crotch, smirked to herself, and took a. She saw me get hard as I watched her put on her stockings. I'm not big in that department, and even when I'm hard I'm probably smaller than Ralph when he's soft. Jen kept looking at my hard-on, and finally our eyes met. We both knew what she was doing. She was comparing me to her lover. She wasn't being mean. I mean, I'm the one who pushed her to have an affair with Ralph. But it really brought home to me that I was letting a guy with a bigger cock have my wife. She had said it the other day..