I could not believe that something like this had been going on. Nor could I believe I was part of it.I just stared at Kristina, who stared back at me....I could not take my eyes off her slender teenage body, her small perky boobs, and her fucking amazing pubic hair. God, that shit turned me on so much. And to think I had fucked her too. I had initially felt dirty, perverted, and kind of bad in a way. But considering all of the events that had transpired, I simply could not stop thinking about it,. I had truly never seen my wife lower her inhibitions to the extent that she had. Especially when she placed her feet fully up onto the dashboard, spreading herself even more widely, and then began literally slapping, spanking her pussy towards orgasm. I loved it when she talked dirty, which wasn't nearly as often as I would have liked, and usually only then when she was so worked up, it was like she turned into an entirely different person."You like this John? You like seeing your hot, slutty. - "You certainly are a dirty little whore. And a better fuck than I’d ever dreamed." - He stood up gathering his pants down his legs and pulling them back up. Still on her hands and knees, a bewildered Nanci just stared at him with her big lovely hazel eyes, her face was red and she was panting lightly.- "Bye, Nanci, you have lost of work to catch up" - He chuckled and Nanci pulled her pants up as well; without turning to see him, she walked off the room and back to her desk; she could swear. For them it's a tale of joy. This idea of thesame events having such different meanings depending on where you lookedat them from fascinated me, so I recast the tale from the other person'spov - not entirely successfully - and posted it here as 'The Tenant'.When I finished Zapper's tale, and thought about how relieved MarkThompson would be feeling, believing as he did that he'd saved his wife,I realised how joyous an epilogue written from his pov would look. Ofcourse, we know what really.