At least he felt uncomfortable cuckolding me. His sympathy was nothing I could take for granted, as I had to learn during the past months. Some of her... lovers were real assholes and had fun insulting me as much as possible. But of course, I had to endure it if that was what helped me keep my wife.“Tom, honey, why don’t you make yourself and Martin a drink? I’m going to take a quick shower, so I’m nice and fresh for my lover.”“Of course, dear.”Anna had disappeared upstairs while I sat in the. When they dropped me off I help my aunt and uncle put the rest of the stuff in there car and they took off right behind my mom and dad. That day I mostly watched allot of TV and really couldn’t wait for her to go to bed so I could read my book.Debbie walk in the living room and asked me were I put my bags so she could put my stuff up for me not thinking I told her in my aunts room were I was going to sleep. About 8:00 I told Debbie I was going to go to bed I was tired and went to my room.. "Wes didn't have to be asked twice. His hands went to the bottom of Nadia's shirt and started tugging up her shirt. Nadia lifted her hands and leaned over, letting Wes pull her shirt over her head. Nadia sat up and grinned widely at Wes's "deer in the headlights" look, his eyes fixated on her bra-encased breasts. She had to laugh as his eyes nearly popped out of his head as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra. She let the straps slide off her shoulders, holding the cups to. His erection, having initially softened to barely a semi, now looked like it was beginning to stir again."Then again though, perhaps she hasn't. She wasn't as hung-over as I was the next day, and she has a memory like an elephant for all the 'little' details."This pun also seemed to go unnoticed, as I watched him mull over this revelation, but I noticed that the hardness in his cock was definitely starting to return. I began to sense which way his mind was leaning on my confession, though not.