“That dickhead is a dam fool, and now I’m going to fuck his wife in there marital bed!”That was my cue to get up and get through the kitchen doo... and get upstairs without a sound, which I did despite the raging hard-on in my trousers. When up there I hid myself in my walk-in wardrobe and waited. Two minutes later they walked in, her leading him in by the cock which her right hand proudly gripped. They stopped right in front of where I hid, I could smell them, and I watched as my wife climbed on. Now it wouldn't be long before the whole university knew.After the initial aggravation and questioning and comments on my being with Ben, the girls tended to leave us alone and I let the water flow over my back and arse. Another luxury my fictional character didn't have. Poor Ben hardly knew where to look. I doubted he'd seen many naked girls before and now they filled the room with several sharing showerheads with much good-natured pushing and shoving. All were in a fun mood as they'd won. I would always make sure to be near the door when she came to pick up her kids. She would always bend over to put the shoes on her young daughter. If I was in the right spot I could catch a view of her fine tits. Women are not clueless about these things, so I am sure she knew what I was doing, I thought this was all I would see of Saira, her very nice legs and once in a while some tit, but boy was I wrong. It all started very innocently with me sending Saira some e-mails at work, jokes and the. Getting four glasses, she filled them up with orange juice, calling out to Lisa and Barbara. “Girls come over, to have a drink.” All four of us stood there in a circle with a glass of orange juice in our hands we clinked glasses. “Cheers.”Looking at Patsy, I said. “Wait a minute, shouldn’t you be drinking JD.” With a smile, she brought her glass up to her mouth, winking before she started to drink her orange juice.Next day we arrived very early at Ryans house, walking into the kitchen, we found.