Her hands were in his shorts. The guilt rose, but it also felt so good. His wife pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "Wow, you are extre...ely excited."His wife knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. His mind went back to the woman. --This time when he looked up, the woman was looking around. They made eye contact. Her beauty held him for just a second then he looked away. Those eyes. Even though it wasn't for him, the desire in. For a moment I worried that he might post his photos on line, but the face wasn’t visible so it wouldn’t matter. I began to imagine him going back to his place, connecting the camera to his computer and uploading his photos, getting them full screen. Maybe he’d invite a few of his mates around, and they’d sit there, stroking hard for my wife. And in my imagination, she would come alive on the screen, and step out into the room to be abused by this horny group. Hands exploring her ripe body, her. My D cup breasts bounced forward, no longer restrained. She eagerly squeezed them.“Your tits are so beautiful, so heavy, so warm. God I just love them.”She pushed me back on the bed and tugged off her towel. It was my turn to reach out and fondle her little orbs of flesh. Her bikini tan line had kept them so white, emphasizing the redness of her tiny nipples.She lay on top of me, our breasts squashed together and we kissed again, this time more sexually. Her knee parted my thighs and she ground. Played blue movies which we both watched and discussed after the first one we saw 3 group sex blue films. I indirectly sounded Didi about Raju. Didi also shared her fantasy with me she admitted fantasising about a college mate of hers. I shared our swap experiences with her though she seemed amazed but was also intrigued and asked me lots of questions. I told her in great details making sure she would also get interested. The next day at about 8 o clock I had left the front door open after.