I do trust my dear wife, and I could swear on a stack of Bibles that she has been 100% faithful, but as the late, great president, Ronald Reagan said,...“Trust, but verify.” My verification began by putting a recording bug on our home phone and a voice-activated recorder under the seat in her car. I already had full access to her email on her personal laptop. My lovely wife has many attributes, but being computer savvy wasn’t one of them. I even frequently have to unscrew her computer so she. I took off my shorts, underwear and shirt then basically burst into her bedroom, hit the light on the way in and walked right up to the edge of her bed next to where she was. I did it quick enough that she didn't even have time to get it pulled out and cover herself before I was right next to her, with my hard dick in my hand."What, what are you DOING?" She exclaimed while quickly pulling the sheet over herself. "I should ask you the same thing. I that a baseball bat still buried in your pussy. " No," she said, "No. It was me. There was something stopping me fromgetting into it." No, really, it's my problem," I insisted, "It's just that I didn't feelsexy, not like that. Not dressed the way I was." I don't understand," she said.I glanced over at where she had discarded her clothes from the nightbefore. I walked over, partly to think, partly to distract myself, andpicked up the white lace corset and panties that she had worn."The thing is," I paused again, this was not easy, "It was. Adam’s cock too. She had shared Adam and Kevia’s bed a few times and seeing what she saw was tempted to join in. “Oh God they are doing it!” Melissa said in a hushed voice. “We should leave.” She said almost timidly. She squirmed a little obviously turned on by what she was seeing. “No way!” Carrie said almost gleefully. “This is fucking hot! Like our own live action porno.” She then deliberately ran and hand between her thighs stroking an already wet pair of panties. She moaned softly..