" I won't live with a cheater. My intent is to divorce you, I've brought the divorce documents. I'll give them to you," I interrupted her last weak at...empt.She resigned, weeping, "I understand you won't change your mind. Could I contact you if the kids have some matter?"I responded in a calm manner, "Yes my mobile will be on and I want a normal contact with you for our children, but I'll live somewhere else now and unless the children have a problem don't disturb me for a month. We'll discuss. The conversation went on and on, all the time with me on the back foot. As I showed her to the front door over an hour later, I felt like a schoolgirl who had had a particularly severe dressing down by the head teacher and had been told to stand in the corner with her hands on her head.Just before leaving, the Detective Sergeant turned Columbo-style with one last question.“Is it at all possible that the man you had an affair with did this? Is it possible he blames you for the final break-up of. " That's perfect. Let's make him do that every time, after you slam me.Then he won't even be able to dream that he's a man, not ever again." Oh yeah." He began to shove in and pull out, setting a steady rhythm.I stood there like a fool, masturbating to the sight of my wife beingproperly taken care of by a superior man. It was so erotic that I waseven appreciating it at some level. Half of my mind was in a panic,wanting to shut out what I was witnessing. The other half wanted it togo on and. .." she cooed.I got wetter. And less nervous. Did she know I could hear her? And could she hear me? I didn't care anymore. I started up again, slowly, by tapping my clit with my index finger while my middle and ring finger were still deep inside. I could her her wetness rhythmically pulsing next to me. I tried to time my strokes with hers, beckoning a "come here" motion inside of me, as if I was inviting something mysterious to come out of me. Something...forbidden...She went faster. I.