One night we were chatting over email and I made a comment like "I wish you were here", she replied "what would you do with me?". I figured why not,... I replied with every detail but took a sensual approach to my reply. How she would come to my hotel room, I would answer the door, kiss her and feel her tongue as my warm hands explored her and so on.She replied back "Omg, so hot, I am wet now this could get interesting". For the next few days we emailed back and forth and finally the day came. I had just watched my wife have sexual relations with her black minister on a movie camera I had installed in our home and I watched the whole scene.The following is what my next move will be. My wife was supposed to go down to her friend Ellen’s apartment who lived fifty miles away from our city. She was going to stay until I got back from LA. I had my friend Mike put a GPS on her car. Now, it was time to check my computer and see how far she had gone. When I ran the tracking on her, sure. ‘But I’ve got to help Jacy, that’s my sister, see this is her house, mine got burned down and she took me and our three kids in and the door closed, Eric goes off to work and Jacy needs help getting dinner together and Robbie needs construction paper for some school project, of course he waits until the night before right?’ ‘Eat a couple of doughnuts, sugar helps with alcohol withdrawal,’ Elise ordered. Amber took a doughnut out of the box. Her hand shook horribly. ‘Want coffee? Or, I got. I kissed her back. Marveling once again at the narrowness of her waist as my arms fell around her. She only let it go on long enough to get interesting before turning to open an arched door at her back. She ushered me inside.The chamber into which Regina led me was like something out of Sheherazade, a fantasy seraglio of huge cushions and heavy d****s. It could have been day or night, as the windows were completely covered and the only illumination came from ranks of candles arrayed around the.