We decided to meet at a coffee bar near her flat, and soon found that we had a lot in common. Before long we were chatting about everything, from the ...rices in the supermarket to different shades of lipstick. It’s strange but at the age of eighteen and with Lynne at the age of fifty-eight I might have felt in awe of her experience, compared to mine but she treated me as an equal and for that I have the utmost respect.After we finished our lattes we chose not to waste any more time before. It's very humiliating and no doubt you feel very betrayed by your unfaithful wife. You also still love her and want on some level to understand why she cheated on you. You also want a little revenge and to make her suffer a little, right?" I confronted both my sister and my brother-in-law, the latter of them rather grim and the former very scared."Yes, that's pretty fair to say," Carl admitted glumly."And Roxanne, you no doubt have a mouthful to say yourself, but have been very terrified of. I could feel her twitch at times.Slowly, my fingers reached the edge of her skirt and played with it casually. Above the table, the conversation was getting deeper. I guess we both didn’t want anyone to notice so we behaved very normal above the table.After teasing her enough I could feel her thighs gently part, making the edge of the skirt rise a little higher. And my fingers slid over to her inner thighs. Grazing against her tender skin. Rising higher and higher but ever so slowly. I could. I shiver with delight, and help you untie my dress and slip it off. We do the same with your shirt, so we are both clad only in underwear. We lie down on the nicely made bed, and start to kiss even more passionately. Your hands eagerly reach my panties, and the thin strips that go around my thighs, and slip it down the length of my body, kissing down my chest, around my taught nipples, across my stomach as you go. You lick around my most sensitive area, but never actually touch it, teasing me..