They weren't talking loud enough to hear so I didn't bother trying to record them.I saw headlights splash across the back of Bruce's house and I knew ...hat Tom must be home. He manages a restaurant and works late most nights. He went straight to the pool and started stripping. "What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" I asked myself.I watched Bruce's until I heard the splash of Tom entering the pool. They cozied up and embraced and treaded water. I could hear their conversation perfectly."How. I got aroused seeing her sweaty chubby body and big boobs, I then pulled down my capri, she was removing her nighty by then which was stuck on her fat belly.We were both completely nude my then and I then took her down on the bed and started licking her pussy, it was hairy and stinking by the way but I was feeling even more arousal.She was having it for the first time I guess as she started shouting “what the hell you think you are doing?” “aaahhhh … Aahhhh …. Please honey don’t do this….. . As soon as we got him pretty much up, we went moving to the next level.‘Next level’ meant that he had to fuck Maria on all fours as I stood up on the matress and put my pussy at his face reach and told him to lick me.“I still cannot forget you hurt and lied to me, Stephen. And this is one of the many ways you need to give me back what you two took from me.”I don’t to explain everything that happened that night, but I’ll give you all the coverage you need. Firstly, Stephen never eat me better. Her baby weight was rapidly falling away, returning her to the trim form that I'd known, loved, and made love to for the last few years. Life was good.I should never think or say that though. Next week Becky was out sick Monday and Tuesday, so I invited Lisa over to my place for her tutoring for the SAT that was only a few weeks away. It didn't hit me until we were getting out of my car that I might walk into my wife and her lesbian lover of Judy Whitman, Becky's mom, having a tryst like I.