And finger me hard, finger fuck me.’ Jean thrust her hips at my fingers, as first two, then three fingers filled her wet pussy, both of her hands he...d my head now, as I thrust deeper inside her. Jean came loudly, the scream echoing off the walls. Jean lay there, perspiration ran between her breasts. I stood up and took off my shorts, she wasn’t the only one with no underwear, my cock sprang free, Jean sat forward as I kicked them off, her hand closed around my now throbbing cock, a smile. He was trying to control his feelings, but the sight of Sam in this dress was almost too much to take.Eventually Sam’s hands started to undress them and return the wedding dress to its protective covering.The evening meal passed as usual with Sam and Andy chatting happily about the day. Then came that yawn and as Sam’s hand covered her mouth once more they both moved through to her bedroom where the nightie was laid out on the bed. They undressed and Andy waited while Sam used her smart. Call me a wimp, or a pussy-whipped husband or what you will; I forgave her, and put it behind me. It was a one-time thing, and was alcohol related — too much to drink and a known predator ready to pounce. I believe her assurances that she won't ever get into that position again.I don't suffer from visions of her having sex with him, or anything like that. I don't worry when she has to work late, or visits her mother or sister on the weekends. In short I have put it away.Laurie went to her. I told her to let’s talk about it over a coffee. She agreed. So we decided to meet one Saturday evening. While waiting at a coffee shop, I was gazing here and there and on phone. Suddenly I see this stunning woman entering the coffee shop. I was just lost for a moment in another beautiful world. She was the lady with perfect curves. We greeted and I helped her sit. I asked her are you really married? She giggled and said, common you know I am. I said to wish you weren’t ;). she smiled and said.