Gary re-inserted his fingers into Emma’s wet pussy he pushed her legs further apart exposing the tight little arse. He lent forward softly kissing h...er cheeks, then sliding his tongue into her arse making Emma writhe with pleasure. He could feel she was close to orgasm as she was pushing and grinding against his hand. Emma was close so close she started to tug at her nipples she was arching her back with pleasure and screamed ‘fuck me Gary, I want you to fuck me’ with that he pushed his fingers. "You can see I haven't accomplished much back here. Luke used to take care of the outside stuff. He even built that fire pit to burn all the branches." She was pointing to a well made stone pit with a chimney. "Sometimes this time of the year we would sit out here," indicating a bench in front of the pit, "on a Friday night watching the fire, talking and sipping wine." She had a wistful look on her face as she remembered better times.She came back to reality and started showing me around the. I had our landline tapped and bought the necessary gear to copy her cell phone calls.What I found out killed my love for her. She had become sexually involved with one of the men she worked with. Many of the late nights and the shopping trips on Saturday with the girls over the last five months had been her liaisons with good old Gregory Anders. He was one of those obnoxious salesmen you hate. Greg was arrogant, had a smarmy smile and was a suck up to his 'betters'. His one saving grace, well. ” “How do you know?” “I do.” “Are you aroused?” “A little.” He led her to the sofa and laid her on it. “Do you play with yourself?” “Sometimes.” “Show me.” She started to masturbate. He watched her and then he undressed, too. He started to wank his penis and then he put it in her hand. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. “Yes!” She opened her legs and he rammed into her. He was plowing her again and again and she felt the passion she longed for. He was changing positions, taking her doggy.