Her lover.I couldn’t stop her from giving herself to Frank every Wednesday, but I could leave a little message in her twat, and that was what I’d ...een doing for a while. Wednesday morning quickies had become just another ritual.“Are you wearing the garter belt?” Frank asked my wife.“No.” She answered.“Come on, leave that for later. I want you to meet my friend Mick.”“Why?” she asked suspiciously.“Don’t be that way, Mick’s a great guy, you’ll like him.”“Let me go, I don’t think I even like you. Knowing exactly what it was that she wanted to do, I stood back up before walking over to my full sized side wall dressing mirror. My words were soft and sure as I whispered to my sweet little prick princess the following. "YOU CAN WATCH YOURSELF MAKING LOVE TO MRS. GIVENS BIG CLITTY COCK so you can see how pretty and sexy your really are sugar! Fifteen seconds later we both watched our reflections as she had my panties down around the backs of my knees while she held it tightly and inspected. About same time Caroline, who has a job in a boutique at the nearby mall, left for work. I waited for half an hour to make sure nobody came back unexpectedly, then put on my skimpy red string bikini, the one Bob won't let me wear in public, or when the kids are around, and went over to Danny's house. With a short terry cloth robe over the very revealing swimsuit I walked across his driveway and through the gate of his eight foot high fence. The neighbors know I often use Caroline and Danny's. . She chose HIM." Rachel shakes her head with disgust.I pull her into my arms, quietly holding her close. I kiss her check lightly. She holds me tightly, almost desperately. Rachel sits back."Thank you Sir. There has been a lot of change in my life the past few days."I use my finger to lift her chin and look into her eyes, "With more yet to come. Are you still free for training this weekend?"Rachel sits back again, looking straight at me."With a clear conscience, absolutely Sir." Good."Meet me.