I finshed her by licking her back hole and playing with her clitWe fucked each other well into the next dayA couple weeks later Nancy and I were chatt...ng and she asked me if Cindi would be interested"We've talked about it but she never has stated she's ready to take the next step" I told herA month later Nancy called my phone"Why don't you come over tomorrow about 2 in teh afternoon. Just come inside and hide in our bedroom closet"I agreed and did as she told.I hid in ther closet and about half. Much LoveClaire (and Peter)!John held the letter and re-read it. It gave him a warm glow of satisfaction, of happiness that Claire had found peace in her marriage, but mixed with a deep feeling of emptiness. He knew why. He had fallen in love with her anew, and there was always that secret hope, which he had always firmly rejected and tried to suppress, that she would return to him. The clear knowledge that now she never would, and the loss of her, was mitigated by the knowledge that he had. As a husband in this peculiar situation, I instinctively glanced at their packages. Let's face it, if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their cocks, you will compare yourself to what she will no doubt see, no matter how much you act as if you're not. I immediately noticed that one of the guys was completely average, and from what I could tell, he was nervously quite un-erect. The other young man on the other hand, had a slightly aroused thick yet limp cock that flopped. Then she darted her head down and latched onto my nipple.“Ooh, you naughty girl,” I moaned. “Just sucking my nipple like that. No warning. I never thought you'd be so bold.”The pleasure shot down to my pussy and then up to the tip of my futa-cock. I quivered, my heart pounding. I stroked through her hair. I caressed her silky strands. I breathed in the scent of her shampoo, a soft, lavender delight.Her lips sucked hard. She nibbled and did such naughty things to me. I groaned, my heart pounding.