"Shut her up ... or she dies next" he said in a menacing voice.I went across to her, grabbing her and taking her into my arms. I spoke rapidly to her,...telling her she needed to calm herself and to be quiet. I held her tight, and hoped that she would calm very soon. It seemed to take ages but in reality it was only about a minute or so before she was quiet except for the occasional sobs.It was then that I was able to turn to see where the killer was. I found him standing in the doorway, blocking. Half hour later my beautiful wife came downstairs: She was wearing a short black velvet dress, strapless, with a nice part of her back naked. A pair of high heels completed her sexy outfit and she bent over to show me she was wearing a silky black thong that barely covered up her shaved mound… She was really to be well fucked…We drove by the highway and finally met the black guy at the restaurant close by.He introduced as Shane, sitting close to Anita. After a brief chat, he told Ana his cock. That gave me time to pull myself together, and act fine. I knew my feelings were leading me to John, and I knew that I wanted what he had wanted for years. I didn't know exactly how the night would go, but I knew I was going to tell him I loved him. I know that sounds crazy, but I couldn't help it. I've never have been known to jump from relationship to relationship, let alone marriage to a relationship with someone new, but I needed him. I had ignored my heart for years, and now I saw what he. ’ I answered gently. She took my hand and led me through the hall and into a bedroom at the rear of the bungalow, it was obviously a guest room. There was a double bed and a chest of drawers and several stacked packing cases, the bed was made up but was obviously disused. ‘I’m not a slag, you know. I won’t take you into Jocko’s bed.’ She seemed to have a need to explain, ‘I had an affair once… years ago, when Jocko was away for two full years … but you are the only other man I’ve been with..