My wife, the mother of our children, a soccer mom who drives a mini-van. Till death do us part and forsaking all others. Still, the whispered comments...from my friends, pointed questions about her activities, the anonymous emails. They all can be explained away ... can't they? It just could not be true.Shock-Those are HER in the email picture attachments! I am emotionally stunned, as if hit by a pole ax. If the dates are correct this goes back weeks, months! It feels like my heart has stopped. These days she was a favored model for several skin magazines and web sites. She was doing some regular web cam work now as well, flirting and playing with herself in front of guys from all over the world. Some, especially her father, might have looked down on her as being a whore or a slut but Kelly didn’t care. She was living life on her own terms and wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. She loved the freedom of her sexuality. The serenity of the moment was suddenly broken by. . this was real! This was no fantasy. There were real people toying and playing with each other in there, and it was more exciting than anything Nikki Richards had ever known.With the slacks undone, she slid them down her legs. Lifting one leg, she slipped her foot out of them. And that was all she had time for. There was no time for the other leg. Not now. Now there was only time to do it!When she looked back in the window, she saw that, although she had been away for only an instant, things. She called me and her soft voice make me hard.Then she told me that she liked what I did yesterday to her. She wants it badly. I told her I am ready anytime. Then she told me to come at night , as her hubby is going to attend a meeting in Mumbai for one day and again come back after a day. I am very excited. I am hard until the time come.She told me the address of her hotel and I went at 7 in evening. She told me her room no. I knocked her door and I am hard from the morning. She opened the.