The sunlight filtered lazily through the branches. A perky little red headed Chipping Sparrow looked down from his perch, high in a tree. Mark figured...the little bird and his mate had a nest nearby.He closed his eyes again and napped. There was no hurry. He decided to enjoy the moment and put off any thought of the reason for this hike. He felt Melissa and he had to decide what to do about Carl Puffin, Melissa's father of record. The man's obsession with his daughter was dangerous for both. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.“Damn, you’re quite a guy, Arthur,” she said, feeling a bit breathless.Between her legs, she felt a stirring. Her panties were getting damp. Time to mate, she thought.Her eyes squarely on her host, Sonja unclipped her bra. She slid it and her turtleneck off together, tossing them aside. The big man eyed her, a familiar hunger in his eyes as he regarded Sonja’s naked breasts. Sonja kept going. She slipped her panties off under the quilt, then dangled them from. I heard a muffled voice downstairs, a man's. It clicked in my head. The bell I had heard was our doorbell.I headed down the stairs, the muffled voice groaning. It sounded almost...sexual. I frowned. There was a wet, sucking sound. My stomach tightened. I reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped out into the living room.My wife was on her knees, wearing one of my old T-shirts, her naked ass shaking as she blew the Black delivery guy. I gaped in astonishment. Her red hair fell in a curtain. Rick was still standing near the door, and looked up as I came out and smiled. I walked over to him, reached up and put my arms around his neck, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He responded with his tongue, so we stood there kissing for a while, lightly, tongues touching.I reached down with my right hand and started rubbing his cock softly thru his pants, and when he groaned, I said, 'Let's get comfortable.'I stepped back a half step and unbuttoned his shirt, with small kisses in between.