Eventually I began to whimper as he slid his finger a little deeper inside my sweetness and as I looked down I realized how wet I was, soaking his car...seat with a visible wet spot between my opened legs. He scissored my tight little sweetness between his fingers as I began to squeeze and pump my hand in a tight frantic little rhythm. I heard him breathing and moaning in which really turned me on, since I never heard a grown man moan and groan like this, much less holding his cock and going up. He came near Clarra and he had his mat in his hand. He spread it on the floor. He then went close to her. My heart was beating fast. He knelt down and pulled Clarra to sit directly on his bulge. He slowly pulled her close to him and his bare bellypressing on to hers. Clarra did not resist even once thistime. She was too horny to think straight. He hugged hertight in his arms and forced his tongue in her mouth. He hungrily sucked her small lips and exchanged saliva.Clarra was wiggling her but on. ‘Come on. It won’t kill you. Just lie back on the sofa and kick off your shoes.’ I suggested. ‘I’ll sit on the coffee table.’ I added, to reassure her that I wasn’t going to lie down beside her. She gave me a suspecting look but then kicked off her shoes and lay back across the sofa. I moved to sit on the coffee table beside her. ‘I want you to relax and listen carefully to the sound of my voice.’ I explained as I softened the tone of my voice. I first took her on a guided fantasy and then. In fact it is good for me, as am a voyeur, that is I love watching people have sex, and I especially love watching my gorgeous wife, get her pussy rammed by some stud. I will now relate how this fantasy of mine came true. We had been married only a few months when things begin to take place, that made me think that she was seeing someone behind my back. Just about every weekend she would leave in the evening and return late at night. When she came back I would ask her where she had been, and.