Holding hands had been the emotional tether that had bound us together for the twenty years we had been married.I gave her a brief nod and smiled at h...r.She was free. Free to go anywhere she wanted and do anything she pleased.Heather took a step forward. Then another as we walked side by side down the steps until we reached the bottom and she held out her arms slowly turning on the spot. A gust of wind swirled around her as she began to giggle and laugh at her new found freedom. She stopped. ...s at this point was literally drooling....my husband new straight away his sexy slut was getting ready for the kill....and truthfully i wanted s ....i felt the heat from my vagina....and realised i was getting very wet down below. So what next ..back to ours for drinks ....why not replied s ....sounds good i replied....we made our way home stopping off for a few bottles of wine . Im not a drinker but dont mind a glass now and again..after a few bottles my husband was a bit on the drunk side. The evening menu was, as always, on the fridge door – two lists – one for Mike to do, one for Chen to do – Mike started doing the prep work and making the salads, so that when Chen came in, everything would be ready for him to make quick work of dinner. In the back of his mind though, Mike was uneasy – on the way home, he’d felt something – a brief flash of intense flushing, almost like a heat flash, centered deep in his chest – it had startled him, because he’d also seen Chen’s face ever so. She was always teasing me about the comment I had made about her lack of naked selfies. She almost always went home for lunch to breastfeed the children. She liked sending me pictures showing how swollen her breasts were. She also sent sexy pictures just to tease me.Her first text was simply a selfie taken with the aid of a mirror. She was naked from the waist up, and she was struggling to hold her phone with a child clinging to each of her breasts. Her daughter was serenely nestled up to one.