Little by little, her thrusting movements slowed as did Sam’s breathing. His seemingly headless body lying peacefully against her.“Does that feel ...ice?” Donna mouthed, delighted by Sam’s slow breathing and occasional aroused moan.Donna had previously taught meditation and she knew it could produce an almost hypnotic state that should not be abused. Okay, maybe just this once. She straightened her legs and flipped instantly into a figure of four hold. She pulled her underwear down and stretched. The only time that she went out was when she went to work. It soon occurred to me that once a month she was randomly consistent in getting home unusually late. It was impossible to anticipate when her next rendezvous would be and so I began to monitor the green bag in the bottom of the linen closet. I had checked the closet daily after she had gone to work for almost three months to no avail, but one day when I looked it was not there. That very afternoon I hired a car and drove to the hospital. It was a short drive.I pulled into the hotel not a kilometre from our home, one that had a private underground parking garage, and booked into my room under an assumed name.It had been planned for weeks, and with a large cash withdrawal from my retirement fund also. There was no business meeting three thousand miles away. Nor was I even going to the airport.I was going to spend the next week spying upon my own wife.It all started nearly six weeks ago when I found a soiled pair of her lace. He had given himself plenty of lubrication, but my cock was fatter than the plug he had just pulled out.I began pushing harder and harder. Martine moaned a little. Whimpered a little.And finally I felt the big head of my cock slip past that muscular ring protecting his warm, wet interior."Oh yes!" he said. "Oh god. Stop!"I stopped. Just the head of my cock, trapped by his anus."Fantastic." Lovely cock! You're amazing. So big. I want it all.... but slowly.."The tightness of his ass around my big.