I came back, hooked and very knowledgeable on Scotch, a fact that I prided myself in for long after. “Thanks,” she smiled, making deep, lingering...eye contact. The smile she gave me said a lot, excitement perhaps, warming up some maybe. I would not know and was not particularly interested in figuring that one out. The smile, however, was not lost on Kate and she gave me a pondering look that could have meant anything. That was perhaps the reason for her indifference before she left I. I had always fancied her but that was it really for all I know my wife was being fucked right now,all of a sudden I shot my load into her mouth, when she finished she said Santa your a big lad and laid on the floor legs wide open, her pussy lips puffed open as she rubbed her soaken wet hole, her clit stood out like a button.I knelt down and started to lick her pussy, it tasted so sweet as I nibbled her clit she moaned with pleasure and I rubbed her opening with my fingers, they where sticky. “Feels good?” she asked him teasingly as she watched his lust filled eyes. “God, you are so wet… I want you so much,” he groaned in response. She pulled him to her and kissed him hard, hungry tongues dancing together. She unzipped his jeans and he pushed them off with his socks. He rolled her on top of him, his fingers digging into the skin of her back. He could feel her moisture seeping through the fabric of his boxer briefs and it drove him crazy. She lifted herself up and let him slide his. Turns out we have history - from the same small town, with some distant relatives together through marriage. Turns out we also have some similar tragedy in our lives - addiction, broken families, broken marriages, pain, abuse. Eight years my junior, she proved an untamed counterpoint to life I'd lived that was only slightly more stable; the paths that she spoke of were paths riddled with excuses and mistakes and lies, paths beaten down and well-trod by us both. We bonded quickly, and found.