He pulled back his right leg and kicked out at hard as he could at the end of the cage. His bare foot ached from the impact with the bars, but the cag... remained solid.‘This is ridiculous’, he cried as this time his hand struck the bars.He then hit the padlock which bruised his hand and then kicked out and punched with both hands and both feet. ‘Fuck!’ he cried as the bars seemed to close in even further around him. He had to close his eyes and control himself, there was no way he could get out. He was cowering his my wife's breasts with his two big hands and she was covering his penis by his hips. She leaned her ass back against his pubic. She put her hands on his ass cheeks to ensure his existence behind her.After I survived the shock, I stood up and went to help my wife. I took his towel to cover his underbelly but the first scene was shocking. I saw his hard cockhead popped up between her asscheek. The worse of it, his cock head popped up under her tanga bikini string. Because of. Having already had one failed marriage due to sex I agreed to my wife’s request and at first it obviously turned my wife on as we were having sex most nights, but gradually this reduced to the point that we ended up having sex about three times a month. Now whilst I don’t have any proof I believe that around May time in the second year of our marriage my wife had an affair, the reason I say May time is because I still remember the night that she came home having supposedly been out with her. Kara answered and he stepped inside. They embraced and kissed. Adam regarded her -- she wore denim jeans, a short-sleeved blouse and sandals. He handed her the bag. “I brought this to have with dinner.”She removed a bottle. “Prosecco...”“It’s a nice, Italian bubbly. It should go well with dinner. We should keep it cold.”“I’ll put it in the fridge.” He followed her into her kitchen.“Well, this really does look like a seventies kitchen,” he remarked, “right down to the wallpaper.”“The whole house.