The thong slowly followed and I was revealing both my wife's fuck holes to the watcher. I fingered both holes to let him see just how wet she was gett...ing. I whispered to my wife " Just keep yourself wet for me babe, while I get undressed" I saw her hand move under her body and watched as she began to stroke and finger herself. "Oh shit" I thogught suddenly, "I hope he doesn't have a heart attack and drop dead". I looked towards the window and saw the top half of his head and two very wide eyes. I knew that I was better looking than Steve's slut. Hell, I had guys hitting on me all the time, but I had never been unfaithful to my husband. At least not until then. I started to give some serious thought to getting even by doing the same thing that Steve was doing.As I pulled up in front of the house I saw flickering light through the front window and was confused for a second before I realized that Steve must have left the computer on again. Once inside I saw the screen saver scrolling. ” “Now I need to look into your eyes,” with that she turned the lights up a little and wheeled herself around in front of me on a small stool. I felt hugely aware of how short my skirt was, how it had ridden up. Was I flashing my thong? I was sure that the pale blue cotton would by now be dark with my arousal. She had slipped her jacket off, and my eyes focused on her full bust, firm full breasts encased in beige silk, I could see the structure of her bra and the two stubby nipples that tented. She smiled and snuggled against his chest and went back to sleep. It was a long time before Brand slept.Bitsy slept in late, she had mumbled something at Brand as he got up, she didnt even remember what. She went down to the kitchen, waving at Martha, she helped herself to a hot bowl of porridge, Martha put a small glass of milk in front of her and Bitsy wrinkled her nose. "No thank you, Martha, I don't really care for milk." Martha tut tutted at her and gave her a lecture on needing lots of.