Do I join in whatever was happening or do I go out and watch? I decided on ... both. I would go out and watch a while and then join in. The best of bo...th worlds.I slipped outside and bolted around to the side of the house and as quietly as possible walked over to our bedroom window. I looked in to see an image that still turns me on even today. Here was my wife riding the cock of another man whilst Helena knelt behind her licking at Paul's balls and Sharon's cunt lips and arse. Sharon was. “Stunning.” I said, and meant it. She smiled, turning a full circle, slowly. The mirror behind her meant she could see my reactions at all times. I think my appreciation was apparent, as she gazed at my crotch. “Just the effect I was hoping for,” she said. Tentatively, I put my hands out, onto her arms. She didn’t pull away. I ran my hands up her arms, to her shoulders, stepping closer I ran them back down to her sides, feeling the silky fabric under my fingertips, her skin on my palms. I. They kept questioning me about whether I was involved in drug dealing or protection rackets. I couldn't remember my name, and they thought that I was lying about that. It wasn't pleasant. I was in continuous pain and they didn't let up with the questions; they kept coming back. I got quite a grilling." Have you thought of any reason why you should have ended up in Newcastle?" David asked."No, but all I can think is that I did meet a woman. Perhaps I'd had a relationship with her. That she lured. She was now moaning and breathing heavy. I removed my pyjamas and climbed on the bed. She looked down at my erection but did not say anything. Maybe she wanted to touch it but was still too shy. I continued to kiss her breasts lying on top of her lightly and then started moving downwards. She felt a bit ticklish on her navel, so I decided not to spend time there.As I moved lower, I pulled down her pyjamas almost to her knees exposing her panties. I could smell her juices now and knew she was.