-Thanks, I guess. So are we going straight to your house? I really want to take a shower. -- Yes, Ricardo is waiting for us on the other s...de in the car. We walked in silence, I could tell she was embarrassed. I could hear people whispering, calling me a “puta” (hoe) and many more things. We got to her car, and for the first time I met her husband Ricardo, and he was the finest man I had seen in a long time. Tall, muscular, tanned, gorgeous, beautiful green. Paul already had one hand on her breast and was gently massaging it. I quite enjoyed watching him and noticed the bulge in his pants. From what my wife had told me, I knew his cock was another 7cm (3in) longer than mine but quite a bit narrower. I wanted to see it, so I told my wife to get Paul’s cock out. At this point, I wasn’t sure if Paul’s interests extended into bisexuality. He was naturally hairy, circumcised and it had a nice curve to it. My wife stroked it and kissed the tip as I. Slowly she slid her hand down between her legs and rubbed her cunt while watching him. Each time a finger grazed her still hard clit, she would moan. He then stepped forward, his cock now once again at full length and hard. He grabbed her thighs where he had before and pushed her knees up until they touched her breast and walked on his knees forward until his cock brushed the lips of her cunt. Traci slipped her hand around the hard member and rubbed it across her well-lubricated. "I had tossed and turned as questions ran through my head. Did she mean that she had done it for her love of Eddie? Or did she mean me? Why would she say she would always adore me? Why did she call me 'my husband'? She had to know that screwing him in front of me and participating in the acts of humiliation Eddie had heaped on me would end our marriage? Was there any truth to that story she told me about Eddie drugging her? And that crap she said about Eddie's buddy taking pictures and.