He fondled my wife under the covers and positioned himself above her. I heard a soft sigh from my wife and his butt started to move slowly up and down... I was witnessing her former superior penetrating my wife in our marital bad in missionary position. A few minutes later my wife came for the first time this evening. After a short rest I saw my wife mount him, she was on top of him, the covers were on the floor.This was he moment when I got a first glimpse at the genitals. His penis was moving. He ripped cord and seam in order to expose the girl's slight breasts. He bit into one.She shuddered and squawked."Pull them up, you child slut." Lawrence pulled on his cock. His foreskin winked at the trembling girl.Marie hoisted her skirts. Her bloomers were bright white.Soon, Lawrence thought, they would bear the red stain of his debauching.He tugged Marie's dainties to her knees and pinned her to the floor. Slowly, he wriggled his cock up to the slot that offered entrance to her nest of. Beneath the rails I found a box containing a pair of ludicrously high heels; so high they could not possibly have been used on the street, although the scuff marks on their soles suggested otherwise.I looked further and found, concealed at the far left-hand end of the closet rail, a handful of very short, very tight skirts unlike anything I had seen her wear in all our marriage. In a low drawer I found some new lingerie too.The skirts were so short and of such cheap, tacky material that I was. Then, shrugging her shoulders, she got on her knees and crawled on top of me. I was still experiencing aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. I had been knocked insensate from the pleasure and was completely unaware of anything until I felt someone kissing my lips. I opened my eyes and saw Jillian once again trying to find every spot in my mouth with her tongue. I could feel the weight of her body on mine, her large breasts pushing pleasantly into my own chest, her warm legs resting.