She had a long list of boys wanting to fuck her good. She cared about me and loved me deeply. This summer as usual Diya came to our home. We went to t...e movies and shopping together. We came back exhausted at home in the evening. The house was empty because our parents had gone out and would be home very late. We decided to watch television. She changed into her silk pajamas and a loose t-shirt. And I changed into my boxers and t-shirt. I could clearly see her cleavage and was getting turned on. At least thought Clegg, there would be little risk of fighters spotting them. The RAF's night time operations were mainly directed at Germany itself and the fighters would be up over Holland and Belgium as Bomber Command headed off to Frankfurt or Cologne. From what Clegg had heard Bomber Command couldn't hit anything in daylight, so they had bugger all chance of getting within miles of the target at night. It did mean that the Germans had little real night fighter activity over this part of. . We finished out shower and walked into the room naked and i laid on the couch.. He brought the chocolate sauce and poured it all over me and slid over me making the sauce rub onto his body too.. Eating my nipples licking the sauce off of me he made his way down to my pussy and began to pour sauce in side my hole and then started to tongue me and eat up all the sause.. “Baby, Your cum and the sauce together taste the best” and he kept eating me.. “My turn now” i said and got off seeing he. And then one day I found out that she wasn't. Mine maybe, but definitely not all mine.I know it sounds like a cliché, but I found out the way most husbands do; an unexpected trip home during the day, a strange car in the drive, sounds of passion from the upstairs bedroom, a stranger scrambling to get his pants on and a confrontation with the naked, sweating wife. A naked sweaty wife who looked so damned sexy lying there, legs spread, cunt lips puffy and wet and nipples erect that I stepped out.