So, back to the affair.Like a lot of couples, after we moved in together, our sex life dropped off a bit. We went from every night, to 4 times a week... to twice a week, to twice a month. I didn't think much of it, just a natural thing, until he started coming home late.I made a joke about it, trying to cover up my fear with humor, and he answered bluntly: yes, he was sleeping with a coworker.And her name was Angie.That knocked me down. A woman. He was sleeping with a woman. I should not. We should stop this."He continues to suck on her nipples back and forth, while the hand moves over her flat belly rubbing the oils into it, never ceasing. He gives special attention to the hollow area on her hips, massaging the oils in over her ovaries. As his hands drift lower, sliding under the waist band of her panties. moving, and massaging until he is over her shaven bare mound. She is molten down there, fluids flowing from her soaking her panties and making it so easy to slide his fingers. Suddenly he flew into a rage and screamed at her, reducing her to tears, all the while brandishing a cane, which we suspected, he was going to use on us.When he finished he stood upright and his erection was very visible, sticking out, we both saw it and we nervously giggled.She looked at the floor, but I looked straight at him, then his bulge and back to his eyes, he withered and dismissed us.As we walked back down the corridor we talked about it, we discussed his cock and his hard-on, I was. My daughter immediately said me two please and Jen said that unfortunately she doesn't have any in the house. Rodger then offered to take the girls to the shop and get us all an ice cream. The girls rather excited and while Rodger changed into dry clothing Jen and I got the girls dried and into dry clothes as well. They then hopped into the car and off they went to the nearest Mac Donalds drive through giving Jen and I some well needed time alone. Locking the door behind us as we walked back.