She can't understand why I would want to cheat on him. She sees him as the perfect husband. She's right of course. He is perfect. Too perfect.Why am I...so hell-bent on self-destruction? Why do I think I can have my wonderful husband and another man on the side? I don't understand myself. It's not like I haven't had the experience of other men before Howard and I met. I know the difference. I know how much better Howard is than other men. What is driving me to the edge of this cliff?Maybe I am. Slowly feeling each rib as my fingers passed them, to her sides where I pushed my thumbs into the small of her back just above her hips. Then I proceeded to slowly rub my thumbs in circular motions, while pulling her ass closer up against my crotch for some light grinding as she braces against the stove to steady her. She began to sway her hips from side to side and circular motion against my crotch as I slip my hand underneath her pants finding their target. Now I’m playing with her clit with. There was applause as we clasped each other's bottoms, even more at the mutual kneading of buttocks (she really has the most squeezable bum). Tracey began to stretch my cheeks apart, so I obediently returned the compliment, though surely they simply couldn't want to see...everything? The intensified applause showed they did. I could even hear female gasps of approval when it was the turn of my own ass to face the front, Tracey still stretching its cheeks open.I could have stayed in this clinch. Iinsisted that we get started. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and as soon as we geton the elevator, Jeremy and Corri were oblivious tome, The elevator slowed and stopped at our floor. Assoon as the door opened and I grabbed Corri’s blouseand Jeremy’s shirt to pull them off of the elevator. Iunlocked our door, turned on some lights, closed thecurtains, and looked at the soon to be lovers, theywere making out again. I walked behind my wife asJeremy stepped back and started to.