I really didn't want to hurt her. It was a mess. She was crying in pain through most of it, but refused to stop or allow me to, threatening to never s...eak to me again if I stopped. It should be obvious already that I loved her most of the three of them and could deny her nothing. That was the only anal session between us though and she wasn't even mad at me after, when she asked who's ass was better, hers or Pats, and my answer was Pats. She understood when I told her that knowing I was causing. Twisting and turning she had to admit that while at thirty-nine she was not exactly high fashion model material, she was eye catching. She knew her short stature would garner attention to begin with, but she was also aware she was still lovely of face and figure. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could do this ... at least until something better turned up.She smiled as she recalled how smitten David was with her. It was nice to be appreciated, something Howard had not done in a long time. Yes, she and. Throughout the ordeal, she had not spoken one word to me nor me to her. I had nothing worthwhile to say and I guess she thought the same way.I was not looking forward to walking into the house with the girls sitting in the lounge drinking their coffee and chatting away as they usually did at this time on a Saturday morning. I imagined that sparks could possibly fly when my wife saw how settled in they had become.I knew that not only did I have to contend with a broken marriage but I also knew. Then she to use her words sexted me again. She said she had removed her panties because they were soaked through with want and anticipation. I almost had to remove mine after that message, I was supposed to making her hot, but I think I was just as hot as her.Step 3 was complete. I think we both realized how much fun sexting was and we were both getting really hot.As always seems to happen when you have plans. The rest of my day at work didn’t go as smooth as my plans and surprises for my wife.