I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as my lovely wife and herbeautiful friend kissed, fondled and undressed each other in front of me.It was the ...most erotic thing I had ever seen as they slowly peeled theclothing from each other without breaking their kiss.When their skirts and blouses were pooled at their feet they broke the kissand turned to me. They were dressed in satin and lace basques, thongs,stockings and high-heels. I could see Lisa's little landing strip of pubichair above her. Ken was the cream of his generation. He had a well-paid career with stellar prospects. He had a swish apartment in a fashionable district of London. He could retire to his bed, pull the covers over his head and sleep soundly with the knowledge his future was a fast motorway to riches and luxury.Life was good.Today... They'd snatched him off the streets of the capitol, in broad daylight, as he'd been returning to his office from an expensive lunch. Al-Qaeda? Anarchists? Criminal gangsters? Ken. ” As I say it I push our fingers as deep as I can and grind her palm into her clit. She arches her back of my chest, almost screaming, in ecstasy as she cums all over our fingers as I continue fingering her throughout her orgasm, making it last as long as I can. She falls back into my chest as she comes down from her orgasm. “Good girl,” I whisper as I bring our hands, still interlocked up to her mouth. She quickly opens her mouth, taking our fingers in, eagerly licking up her juices. I laugh. This time, the hold-up on her divorce was his petty squabbling over the furniture, of all things. She'd finally told her lawyer to let him have it, all of it, if it would bring this miserable sham of a marriage to an end.She'd tried for two years to get away from Paul, but he'd always tracked her down. Darra wasn't going back to him this time, never. Five and a half years of hell were enough for anyone. Crossing the busy intersection to get to her car, she thought of all the times she'd given.