I like them to know that others know that his wife is fucking another man.” They did not kiss, they spared me that humiliation, thank god but peopl... that knew both us were likely to have passed and seen them. I could almost hear their voices now saying, “That’s Trish with another man. Trish must be fucking a black man.” They did kiss in the car though. After Abe had leaned forward and handed me the change and the receipt for their meal, they settled back and held hands and then kissed. I kept. She had me sit on the floor by the bed, as her bull would stand in front of me, pulling her to him on the edge of the bed. I could watch as he entered her, spreading her open to the max. First he would rub his massive tool up and down her pussy, slapping her clit with the head, then slowly he would disappear inside her. Soon his balls were slapping her clit and she would begin to have multiple orgasms. As I watched his balls would get tight, then as I watched they would begin to rise and fall. I was wondering if maybe it was a mistake or something. She said nothing. On my next trip it was normal. I checked my bag and made sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer there I saw several pairs of new panties. A thong, briefs and a low cut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what, I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I found out I needed to go out of town that night that I asked her to pack a bag for me. I arrived home. " I don't think I should," Jason offered."You can tell me," she said. "You know I'd never tell Dave. You know me better than that." Ok," Jason breathed. "Yes." You ARE turned on by my fat belly?" Rachael had to confirm."Yes," he stated flately. "Yes I am." If I were your wife, would you want to make love to me?" Hold on, Rachael!" Jason sat forward. "I don't think my answering these questions would be healthy for our relationship." Who knows?" Rachael smiled. "Maybe it will make our.