When I turned off the shower and motioned Frank to kneel before me he thought I wanted him to lick my pussy (understandable, bless him). Gently I lean...d him back and placed his hands on his thighs. I stood over him, placed myself above his belly, half standing, half crouching.I'd had to prepare this moment so carefully. My little reservoir of liquid gold could so easily have burst its banks before I was able to anoint Frank's precious secrets. On the other hand, it could simply have run dry.At. The greenlight filtered in; it felt very peaceful and roomy. Even clean; Iexpected messy fallen leaves but saw very few. I imagined old fashionedlovers meeting here for a moment of privacy.Whatever had brought that image into my mind? I hurriedly pulled my headback. I was blushing!?These trees were perfect places for a romantic rendezvous,? shecommented, just as if she had been reading my mind.There was much more to see, including a clutter of rakes and other toolswhich had to be moved out of. “I love my husband VERY much and that will never change” she calmly explained. “And I know that you will never leave your family. What you and I have is only sex. AMAZING sex, yes, but only sex. I also enjoy and want what it is that You do to ME. Yes, He found out about us, so now he knows. He accepts it, for now, so now you know.”Seeing my naked, slutty wife with her tits against his smooth, muscular chest as she ground her ass against me had me getting more and more aroused. I couldn’t. “You taste wonderful, soft lips but very exciting.” He kissed her again, this time parting her lips and allowing their tongues to meet. She pulled him close and he felt the temperature rise everywhere.Her hand found its way to the bulge in his pants before even she was expecting it. “You’re hard,” she breathed between kisses.“Very,” he replied, cupping her face in his palm as he kissed her over and over. “You’re taking all of this in, right? For your story?”“Yes.” She gasped as he.