His hand claspedon my wife’s hand and I flinched.My wife’s eyes were already half-closed. She held thesausage with both her hands and brou...ht it close to hernose. The puckered fat tip of the sausage touched hernose and she inhaled the smell like a connoisseur. Mywife ate the sausage slowly without even a drop ofmustard, ketchup or even bread and she seemed in atrance. She was swaying slowly as each inch of thesausage disappeared in her sexy red hot mouth. Inch byinch the sausage. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks open and in he went, until I felt his pubic hair on my ass, he was all the way inside, and the surge of heat and the noises he made, "I think he has cum", I whispered as I felt him slip from me, and a small amount of warm semen flowed as he finally broke our contact.It had been a long build up, but it proved too much for the man I let inside me, he cummed to quickly and I felt cheated. "I am going in there for the next one", I told my husband, "you remain. I know he’s not attracted to me anymore, I know he messages other women and takes the piss out of me. Why would I want to share a bed with him? This Leila must be stupid if she thinks Tom is in love with her. I’ve seen the messages between them, even though he deletes them after she signs off I’ve already read them from my desk at work – very entertaining I must say. Tom is a serial cheat. He cannot help himself. Once upon a time I was enough for him but that’s when we were in the first throws. But, then if you went to see her anyway, you ... Oh fuck, did you kill her!?”“Non.”“Hurt her?”“Non.” The fact she didn’t react to the absurdity of any of these things struck him cold. God damn.“Then ... what did you speak about?”“Her relationship with you. Her inability to see how doomed it would be, regardless of whether I was a factor.”“I ... That...” He didn’t disagree. Strange as Antoinette and Jack were together, and as different as they were, they also had a lot in common. A lot of shared.