Using my free hand I reached for my favourite pink sparkly vibrator and parted my pussy lips…sliding into my hot wet pussy. Pushing my chair back I ...parted my legs so I could really work my pussy with the vibrator. I heard a noise outside…looking at the window I realised the blinds were closed but at an angle where I could see out and spot the young window cleaner watching. I could see the bulge in his trousers, clearly he was enjoying what he saw. Then he spotted me watching and grabs his stuff. His tongue moved to her earlobe, as he licked it and then bit it, very lightly. She gasped a little as he moved both hands to an individual breast each, squeezing them lightly. He felt even more aroused, feeling their soft, warm texture in his hands. As he did this he moved back down to her neck, kissing it up and down again. He moved further towards the girl, his chest rubbed against her side and he knew that he could feel his throbbing cock against her thigh. He moved down to grab her. “Your lady wants to give Carla a blow job Charles, are you fine with that?,” Ros teases again as she does the same to him, an ice cube over his balls with one hand and another ice cube along his engorged cock. “Would you like me to blow you while you watch your lady blowing Carla’s ten-inch cock? He is almost fully erect now, just like you.“Would you like some extra stimulation Carla?,” Ros asks with a long wooden paddle with holes in her hand.“Yes, do it for me, you know I like it,” he moans. It was the clearest "Fuck you!" that I had ever received and I stepped back and let the divorce happen.I spent the next year feeling sorry for myself and crying in my beer. It got to be where no one wanted to be around me. One day I woke up and realized that I needed to get my head out of my ass and I also realized I would never be able to get on with my life until I paid Laurie back for what she had done. And I wasn't just talking about what I had come to see as a poor marriage - I was.