Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wi...e and clearly his preference in women was just that.I immediately realize my fault, and snap myself around to face my wife as she nudges me, telling me she is ready to hit the beach and says she'll be back at the room lotion-ing up. She remains oblivious to the fact that I was just fucking another woman with my eyes.I finish my drink and quickly. Her tears are falling onto my face. I put my hand around her shoulder, simply lightly holding her body."Just relax, Love," I say, easing her back against the mattress, "I'll take care of you." We continue kissing with me lying on top of her. I'm slowly and gently rubbing my leg between her legs. Every so often I begin kissing down her neck, gently treating her shoulders and collar to kisses, always returning to her lips. I begin to bring the bottom of her shirt up, first feeling her tummy,. "Dale would never have spoken to me that way before this weekend. He was the nicest, most considerate guy in the world. He didn't sound completely comfortable talking that way, but I liked that he was trying. I took his hand. As we walked towards the bedroom I said, "Yes master. I have had the same problem. I seem to be turning into a slut, and I like it."He grinned and said, "Me too."He nearly tore my clothes off and then he tossed me on the bed and jumped on top of me. He held my hands up. "I want you to do it some more. But, I want you to do something else for me." What is that dear?" she asked."I want you to take off your thong you cheap slut." Ooh! I thought you would never ask," she shot back.She didn't even bother to go to the bathroom. She just reached up her skirt and pulled her thong off right there in the aisle. I was so fucking turned on by this woman. She handed me her panties and I couldn't believe how wet they were. They were fucking soaked with her juices. She.