She had felt cabin atmosphere now was anyway a bit hot for sure.When the blanket was pulled away, her summer dress was ridden up. Her nicely shaven mo...nd was in fully display; her thong was still pulled aside.Ana had her thighs a bit spread open; so I could see her nice swollen pink pussy lips glistening in the dim light…Her wet cunt was also exposed for the guy sitting close to my wife…I pretended not to notice it. I was intrigued to see what the guy would do.He looked to be not making a big. I knew I had done the right thing, and not telling my wife was my way of not making it a bigger deal than what it was.Another reason, probably the main reason, why I did not mention it to me wife was the fact that my fantasies of Jenny had gone into overdrive. I was masterbating at least twice a day with Jenny at the center of every fantasy scenario. I could still feel the brush of her hand on my shorts, I could still see her incredible breasts and amazing nipples. Every aspect of that. Her already dumpy figure ceased to be unattractive. It became invisible. When she dressed in boring shapeless dresses, or baggy jeans and sweaters, nobody noticed Wilma at all. It worked for her. Even after four years of teaching English Literature, she was willing to bet that not one of her classes could have described what she was wearing from one day to the next. They'd have been able to describe Mr Tosh Evans down to the last crisp-heeled off-white sock.Mercifully, the bathroom mirror was. I left work one Thursday arriving home to find my dear sweet husband’s car in the driveway. What was he doing home so early? I was always the first one home. As quietly as possible I unlocked the front door and crept into our home. Every sense acute I was ready for anything. Just not for what I found. I closed the door and my heard a bed squeaking accompanied by a female voice, ‘…fuck me, YES, fuck me harder…’ I do not remember any more as I rushed to our bedroom. Then I saw my husband. The.