When I came back just a few seconds later, Sue and Grace were now facing each other locked together in a deep kiss.I suddenly felt weak as I took in t...e sight before me. My beautiful forty-four-year-old wife engaged in a lustful kiss with an African girl less than half her age. Both of them naked except for Sue’s red stockings and her matching heels which miraculously were still strapped on. It was another of those deep moments when I realized just how far our marriage had changed these last. ”“Doing what?” I replied.“Touching me there,” she answered.“I think you want more than that. Would you like me to eat your cunt?”“No! I’d be too embarrassed.”“Good, that’s what we want.” And I maneuvered her around to sit on the chair, then got down on my knees and opened her legs, leant forward and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her slit. She let out a very load moan.“Christ, keep quiet, you will wake up the whole hospital,” I whispered.I ducked my head down and resumed eating her. All you had to do was sit and watch tv but you couldn't even do that without bitching at your husband about every little thing. I felt bad for him and knew that you did not deserve him. I was going to make sure he was mine and nothing was going to stop me. So I became friends with you both, we did everything together as friends and nothing was ever mentioned at first about your sex life. But we became closer and closer (Or should I say You became closer and closer to me).You began to open up to. She picked up the outfit.Des jumped right in, "No Pammy. No underwear under this outfit, you'll see." She gave me a big wink behind Pamela's back. You may not be able to read anyone's complete expression from their back, but it wasn't hard to tell Pamela was very distressed. As she tried to step into the outfit, Des stopped her, "No, no, this goes on over your head, turn around I'll help you." There was a tremor around Pammy's shoulders and she stood still."Pamela Potter, turn when you're told.