I suppose she didn't think it wise to fuck my husband right under my eyes. And maybe Phil didn't understand.You're right. I'm bitter. Shouldn't be, bu...t I am.That long weekend I am referring to was the absolute pinnacle of summer. It was sweltering. A merciless sun beat down from a cloudless sky and yet there was a lovely little sea breeze. Thursday night was lovely. I sat with Irene on the terrace sipping wine. She had arrived that afternoon and had found a way to take Friday off. Eric was. “I forgot to pick up ciggies, I’m gonna nip to the garage and get some.”“Why?” She asked in her usual nagging tone. “It’s a filthy habit and you know I want you to quit. All that money you’re wasting…”“Look, I’m not having this argument now,” I replied. “Just get out of the car and tell Dani that she can go home, I’ll be five minutes.”“Fine,” Kim said, in a tone that meant anything but fine, sighing meaningfully. She slammed the car door behind her and I backed out of the drive, pulled up in. You wouldn't have known him for a mobster if you met him without his gun. He was actually fairly natty looking, clean shaven with well-groomed dark hair and wearing what looked to be an expensive and hand-tailored suit complete with neatly knotted tie. I'd long been a fan of old movies, from back when Hollywood wasn't sourcing its scripts out of kids' comic books, and he reminded me vaguely of an actor in some of them named Cesar Romero. Romero played a lot of elegant Latin lovers, and this guy. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning out as he easily inserted two fingers into my well-lubricated cunt and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. Sam was enjoying this way too much, and I didn’t want to stop him. Being so close, exposing myself to this cop, if only he had a different viewpoint, was thrilling.We bid the officer farewell and headed home. Sam purposely drove slowly attempting to expose me to as many people as he could. At first, we mainly stayed in the left lane keeping the.