She even wore matching underwear, something she rarely did for Rob. Her choice of clothing, had taken a lot longer to pick that Kevin’s. Why, she ne...er even considered. Their conversation was easy, continuous, and very funny. It contained no horrible awkward silences, often the sign of an uneasy friendship, even when she talked of her life, he added things to spice it up, which made her happy and contented. She was eating out of his hand. ‘So, this lad of yours. He all right, is he..you. Though in truth, I wouldn’t have minded my husband picking up the pace just a little bit as I was getting anxious to have Tom enter me so I could feel what his cock felt like inside of me.I orgasmed once through oral that my husband gave me, and then he and Tom switched places so Tom now had my lower half. He started at my feet by sucking my toes before moving up my body, though his hands were playing with my very hairy pussy (something I still sport to this day) as he moved closer and closer. I could soon afterwards here the water from the shower running. Jerome within minutes got up himself and went into the bathroom too. I could hear muffled talking through the wall then everything went quite except for the sound of running water. This was soon broken by my wife's voice, moaning in pleasure. This went on for near ten minutes at which point I figured they were having sex in our shower. Later that afternoon they had sex again in our living room. And they did it again late that night. She turned her head towards me and did a double take and the biggest smile came about her face. She is truly my slut slave because she got up immediately and came to the foot of the bed and without instruction, dropped to her knees with her hands trapped between her thighs and calves and her mouth fell open. I stepped in front of her where she was between the bed and me and no where to go. A grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled them up to where I could palm the back of her head comfortably.