The homes were really close in this subdivision, going from my back yard to Glenda's was real quick and no one would notice unless they were really up...to some spying. Her sliding door was unlocked and I let myself in. I walked down the hall to her dark bedroom, my cock at attention poking through the thin material of my shorts. I stopped in the door way, on the bed was Glenda rubbing her P*ssy through her pink panties.She took the hand that she rubbed with and stuck two fingers into her mouth.. Which you would expect. That soon passed and we caught each other up on our lives. I got married a year earlier. He was already divorced from wife number one. We soon ran out of news to share and I assumed that was it but then I saw him smile. I knew that smile. That was the smile he used to give me when he was feeling horny and was in the mood to get naked and naughty with me. My first reaction was to smile back at him. Which prompted him to say this to me next:"You know, my dick kept on. I heard the door shut to the small motel room, we had discussed how things would be several times. I was very nervous and excited at the same time.I turned around and he said "Well I believe you know what you are to do."I laughed nervously, but his face showed no amusement as he continued to stare at me. I knew the door closing was my que to strip so I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor.He moved closer to me turned on the lamp by the small table in the corner. I hesitated. However, this husband was different; he would seize that opportunity and couldn't give a stuff about his wife. When she asked about his late nights, mainly to put her observations to the test, he gave a very basic explanation. He explained that he had worked shift most of his life and going to bed late was just part of it and besides my wife and me don't have any intimacy and haven't for decades. This didn't surprise her at all but then his wife came into the room and the discussion changed.