I love my wife. She is such a whore.I'm working out of town and I know she's going out to get crazy tonight. I am surprised by the first picture. S...e is wearing a pink and white striped sweater, very plain jane. Her black leggings were paired with an old pair of flat boots. She looked almost frumpy. Later on I get a pic of her posing. It was then I noticed that she wasn't wearing leggings, they were pantyhose. What the hell, I thought. She sent the next pic. It was her on the ground. I was sucking her breast and playing with her ass, in between slowly sliding my fingers to her pussy from her back.After 10 mins, I slowly moved to her navel by pressing her breast and started licking her navel. She holds by head and pressing against her belly with pleasure and making sound ooooooh shiv oooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaah aaaaah.Now I got an idea left her and went near fridge, she was looking me with dilemma face. I took out ice tray and took few ice in a bowl and returned.. The sound of Shane and the ladies interrupted my daydream as they bounded down the stairs. Looking up I saw them for the first time. I must say that they were both gorgeous, each in their own way. ‘Steve,’ Shane started, guiding the women towards me, ‘This is Melissa and Jacinta, two of the website’s biggest fans!’ I had the initial thought to shake their hands but that was broken when Jacinta came up to me and gave me a firm hug. Her sweet perfume wafted through my nostrils, as I stood there. Her name was Carol, yes?Relax, it was inevitable. We could go into the psychology of it. A recovering redhead who married you for the marble money was always looking for someone pretty and rock hard. If it weren't me, it would be the gardener, or pool boy, or stablehand because face it, jack, you did not marry an original thinker.Not that she doesn't have other ample qualities, friend. And I'm not talking about that phenomenal rack or scarily round ass either. But I could - shit man, your head.