I learned that she had a son who had gone to the USA a year back and was going to settle there.But I was curious about the second person in the frame....So I asked her who that second guy was, pointing at the frame. She became emotional and told us that it was her husband. He had passed away when her son was just in 4th standard. She missed him, and he loved her very much. He died of a heart attack.Gayatri and I were sad about the news and consoled her. Gayatri went off the topic to cheer her up. She tightens but soon relaxes and my cock slides in deeper and hits bottom. I hold her there for a few seconds and start to rock my hips, pushing in and out of that TIGHT, tiny ass. She relaxes more and I can move faster and deeper. Placing my hands on either side of her holding myself up on the counter. I start to slam and can hear myself breathing like a marathon runner. Her tight ass is too much and it doesn’t take me long to be ready to cum. AS I get to that point of no return I tell her,. “Jean here has something he wants you to help him with” I whisper, “I told him it was ok” as I slip off the blindfold.A half-undressed Jean discards the remainder of his hotel uniform finally taking off his trousers to reveal a breath-taking bulge in a pair of tight white boxers. My wife gasps, looks at me, then looks back, mouth wide open. He pulls down his shorts to reveal a giant black dick swinging about between his legs.I could hear my wife’s breath quicken. Jean stood naked, with his. "Is that why you're down here?" I asked. "You don't have enough money to go anywhere for Spring Break?"She looked embarrassed — like a 10-year-old caught with a Playboy (trust me, I know the look)."That's not all of it," she said. "I really want to see you, to spend time with you. But, yes, I couldn't go anywhere else if I wanted to."I motioned for her to join me in the back yard. I certainly didn't need my Mom overhearing this conversation."Well, what are we going to do?" I asked. "Obviously.