“You should never have spaghetti on a taco.”“Well then, let's do it,” I said, my excitement growing.“Not necessary,” Peter replied.He brus...ed me aside as they proceeded toward the main bathroom, my wife gave me a worried look.I wanted to cry. I went and got the bottle of bourbon poured myself a shot and drank it, and then went back to their bottle of wine. It pained me. Twenty-six years of marriage and seldom could I ever get her to shave, even for our anniversary last year, she wouldn't. This. Unfortunately the last few years, you had your suspicions with his excuses of working late and being out of town. He was having an affair, maybe several, you're only glad you didn't catch anything off him, one advantage to insisting he used condoms and not going on the pill like he wanted.The happiness in your eyes is, that your pretty comfortable now, you have a house a nice car, more than enough money to see you through your life and help your son through college, thanks to the joint business. My other hand was in the small of her back, holding her to me. Her head was tipped up and her beautiful green eyes were closed. Her lips were parted slightly as I bent my head down to taste her once more.I placed my mouth over hers. I extended my tongue to brush against her lips. She opened her mouth to allow me access. As my tongue crossed the threshold, she met me with her tongue. As they waltzed slowly back and forth, her hands were not standing idle. She was stroking my back with both. My lower lip was between his lips. He started moving his tongue slightly over my lips. I felt myself getting more and more excited and the free spirited slutty version of me getting bolder and bolder. In a smooth move, I slid my tongue into his mouth. He must’ve felt the urgency in my flesh because he started sucking on my tongue with all his might. We lay there French each other out for a few minutes when I felt his chest brushing over my nips over my top. I must’ve leaned in quite a lot for.