Her spectacles might have been borrowed from Elvis Costello before Diana Krall made him over. I was jealous of her mouth. It was wide and full lipped ...ade for grinning and, I guessed, sucking cock.The motion of the men's hands on their erections was blurred. The camera was handheld and video really wasn't good enough for fast action. Suddenly the reason for the woman's glasses became clear. A jet of white jolted across them and onto her freckly cheekbone. It was so fast I gasped aloud and had. Me: What are you doing? Why did…?She then threw herself at me. While hugging me, she whispered.Joe: I missed you. I missed this.She said while caressing my balls.Joe: I need you to fuck me! Right here, right now! I’m your bitch!Despite having masturbated recently, I was still sensing my dick get hard. I was happy to see Joe. I might have cursed her a lot when she walked out of our marriage. Still, I hoped that she would return. Finally, she has. I was so happy that I didn’t care who was. He seemed to be hanging around, so I asked him why he hadn’t gone yet himself, or did he live in. He lived about a mile away, but was waiting for the landlady to get back so he could hand over and go. She must have been delayed by the snow, and we chatted for the next half hour or so. From his description, I had the image of a real hard taskmaster of a landlady, with stout legs and strong arms from handling kegs of beer. Then the door opened in a flurry of snowflakes, and a woman clad in a. Instead I very quietly slipped the lock and slowly pulled the door open just a little bit. Outside, on the other side of the landing, my wife was pinned against the wall by one of the groom's friends. He had her arms trapped above her head with one hand, whilst the other had pushed her dress up almost to her waist and was now extremely busy inside her panties.Although my view was not the best, I could see that he had at least two fingers inserted inside her and he was vigorously fingering her.