You had tried your new evening dress. It had a famous name and evanescent laces of black and white, diving in an indecent décolleté. Your beautiful,...slender neck, held high by antique jewelry. You were young and brilliant; sexy, and you knew it.You talked a lot and cleverly. You laughed a lot and cleverly. Made fun of some people who deserved it, and of some who didn't. As the bottle of Riesling dried up, you flirted just enough to keep things interesting.Those were days of swing and strife.. She was ready on the bed, wearing the same lingerie I found earlier. Her legs spread wide, and her swollen pussy peeking out of her panties.“Did you wear that with him earlier?” I could not help asking.She smiled. “Yes, I did. Now undress, and give me some good head.”I took off my clothes. She noticed my erection.“You like me being a slut, don’t you? Don’t answer; it is clear from your hard on. You know I wore this lingerie earlier when my young stud fucked me right here in this bed. But still,. Very interesting, this was all new to me, he didn’t want to catch his wife cheating he wanted to witness it. Could I develop this into a new branch in my business? I was wondering just how many husbands out there wanted their wives to cheat. As with most detectives, when you have a question you head for Google. The first shock was when I found over six million results for the word ‘cuckold’ this meant I had a lot of research to do. This all brought on only more questions, if a woman is openly. So I stroked off and shot my load in the toilet, flushed and than started preparing to shower. As I was getting ready to hop in, the door opened and my mom just stood at the doorway. My towel was hanging behind the door so there no way to cover up but I don't think I could of covered up anyway. I was frozen - totally naked and still semi hard. I figured she would of just closed the door to give me privacy but instead she stood there - I still remember it - she had just gotten back from a.