Heres my wife.....sucking another mans cock......but making it look so sexy.....I came so hard.I put her phone back and didn't say a word. I didn't sl...ep after that. I wanted to confront her but I also wanted to see more vids of her being a whore too. It was a hard decision to make so I want and rubbed one out again thinking about that video. I waited a few more days then went through her phone again. Nothing new to my disappointment. I wanted to tell her that I knew so bad but I didn't want it. Not with my ex-husband that is for certain. Only time I was assured of an orgasm was with my own hand and that caused me to feel that age-old guilt that my mother had ingrained into me as a pubescent teenager. It felt nearly as humiliating as if waking next to a stranger I thought grimly.Both hands slip up beneath the duvet to my breasts and held them tenderly. Obviously they had been deliciously abused the night before, they were still sensitive to the touch!Where were my clothes? I hope I. I began to fall more into the kiss and my hands began to explore Melinda's silkiness. I ran them over her back, down to her ass and back over her sides where I cupped her right breast with one and squeezed. I massaged it gently, feeling her medium mound's tenderness. Melinda moaned loudly into my lips as I felt the heat fill her already long nipple. I stopped massaging Melinda's breast suddenly though as I felt her hand go to where my hand had only ever been. The jolt of Melinda's hand covering. She opened the door in her underwear — a plain white bra, and even plainer white panties — chewing on an apple core. She asked me what I wanted. What I wanted was to be anywhere but there, anywhere but in Liesel’s doorway watching her gnaw the last bits of sweet flesh off of that core in her underwear, but she didn’t give me that option. I tried to hold out the sweater, to tell her she left it at my apartment, but she just took my wrist and pulled me in and shut the door behind me and asked me.