He shrugged off his shirt and knelt between her legs. He kissed her tummy, just brushing his lips across her skin. Slowly—she'd repeated that time a...ter time—he worked closer to his goal, the folds of her pussy. He kissed her thighs, inhaling the fragrance of an aroused woman. Slowly, hesitantly, he nibbled at her lips.She sucked in a breath, and for a moment he thought he'd done it wrong. And then she made a soft noise that he recognized. Emboldened, he traced her sex lips with his tongue,. Marisa was nineteen, and Carlotta was seventeen. They were the two girls whose mothers had tried to convince me to date the girls before I met Jacqueline. When dinner for the three of us was served in the formal dining room, while everyone else ate outside on the patio, the hint was hard to miss. That both girls were dressed to the nines, and had their hair and makeup done as if they were going to the prom was even harder to miss.I tried to think of something ... anything to protest about after. While we still were married. She didn't make any further comments about returning to my life.The flight home from L.A. took only an hour but with security checks, flight delays and baggage claims it was almost four hours from the time I arrived at LAX until we all found our rides home.Danielle and Belinda kept me occupied with their version of 20 (or 2,000) Questions. It was pretty innocent until we were landed then all bets were off."We are officially off company time," Belinda said with a. I went to the pool and there was Eric and my wife in the pool. Their drinks where setting on the sidewalk next to the pool and they where talking. Eric’s right hand was under water and when I walked around I noticed it was on my wife’s ass. I kept and eye on them the rest of the evening, I couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried to fuck her yet. And around eleven everyone started leaving, I walked around to see them out and I had to go into the house to let some of them get their Street cloths they.