What I am about to write about wasn't planned, it just happened and it was more than I could have hoped for.We live in a small town so when we want to...go to the theatre we usually travel down to the city and stay for a couple of nights, enjoy a good meal and some shopping in the big stores and just relax in the pool or hot tub in the hotel.We had been to the theatre on the Friday night , did some shopping Saturday morning, had caught a new movie in the afternoon and before we went out for. His hands moved up and down her body as he felt every inch of her. She felt his already hard cock as it pushed against her ass. His hands moved around her after a moment and she felt them slide underneath her skirt. His fingers ran across her damp panties and he groaned a little.Danny’s hyena laugh broke the silence. "Damn Mike, this bitch is so wet."Mike finally broke their kiss and pulled away to look at her. “Is that so?” Is your pussy already wet?” His hands slipped under her skirt and. My pleasure was abruptly interrupted by Sandra's soft voice, "Danni?".I quickly pulled my skirt down and looked over my right shoulder to see Sandra standing at my bedroom door. I must have gone very red. "I'm so sorry Danni, I just came to let you know I was home. But when I saw what you were doing I couldn't help just watching for a while, I was really enjoying it, I didn't mean to spy, honestly." All I could say was "I didn't know you were here." and she said "I know, I'm sorry, Pete wasn't. I told her of my wife’s illness and passing. She smiled in a gracious manner, leaned forward and took my hands while telling me of her husbands illness and his passing some three years earlier. ‘It’s the nights that are worst.’ she had commented. I nodded in silent almost tearful agreement. We shared the sadness born of long term loving spouses’ recent deaths. We were both familiar with the deep monogamous intimacy of a committed love stressed by illness then terminated by death. I wanted to.