At that point, Jerry sits closer to my wife. After a while I noticed Jerry's hand on top of my wife's thigh, but wife seems to like it so I let Jerr... do it. I excuse myself for CR so that Bert or Dict can sit beside her. When I return my wife is between Jerry and Dict touching her thigh. Her nighties is moving upward exposing her white and silk like thigh. I remain standing and pretending to watch the flick on TV. I look at Bert and give him a sign to stand at the back of the couch where. I dialed her right away. We talked, and I found out that she recently moved to Dallas from London. He had never heard of the Galleria. That was a relief! I arranged to meet her at a French restaurant half way between our homes. It was the La Madeleine. They served a delicious black French coffee. La Madeleine had lots of two-chair tables and cozy nooks to talk privately. “Hi, are you M.D.?” “Yes! Hi!” She was a petite woman with beautiful red hair. Her eyes were green and wide. Her lips. His face was contorted with pleasure so intense it was almost pain.My eyes were glazed over with lust, my body trembling and my cock was vibrating. All I could do was lay there and stare at their joined bodies. John pulled back until his cock was almost out of Carol's cunt. It was glistening with her juices. He teased her by rubbing his cock along her vaginal lips.Carol groaned, "Ahh fuck me, watch me get fucked." She arched her back so that her cunt clung to his cock. Carol's nipples were. "She picked up her glass and gulped it."I've just got to come out and say it, don't I?" she said. "Helen, Robert isn't on a business trip. The company doesn't have a supplier in Bangkok at all. He flew off with that skanky little secretary of his."Helen froze. She stared at Sylvia as if she was speaking a foreign language."I hate to be the one to tell you," Sylvia continued. "But I just couldn't stand to have Jim and the rest of Robert's buddies laughing at you behind your back. I overheard Jim.