Our marriage was deep and wonderful with trust as our foundation. We talked about many wild things in the bedroom but wondered if we'd ever do anythin...g with our desires. We were open with each other and didn't see why that should stop in the bedroom. We even talked about the possibility of having sex with other people. The rush of new experiences turned us on. We agreed that if the perfect moment ever arose, we'd have to consider it. Priscilla and I were enjoying a Friday night at one of our. I willingly obliged and also lit it for her. After she had taken a couple of drags, I started speaking again. But then she curtly said, “Shut the fuck up!”I wasn’t used to such uncouth language by a lady of her stature. I unwillingly obliged though there was an undying want to retort. We stood in silence for a while, she was busy smoking and looking at the vast expanse of the city from the vantage point the tower offered and me shamelessly letching at her.After a while, she turned around and. Well, I don’t really know. Maybe it was just momentum, or lack of it. Maybe it was time to get that divorce, and head back to Detroit. I just needed to stay until I was sure my last contract was fulfilled, because I could still be called on to make any changes the director might want.My wife kissed her lover; she stroked his big white cock, her fingers caressing its potent length with a tender familiarity that was once reserved for me.I had to admit a grudging respect for him; his rude health. My mouth opened under his and I slid my tongue gently into his mouth. His tongue met mine and we repeatedly broke the kiss only to meld together into the next. What started off as slow deep kisses began to quicken in pace and the heat travelled throughout my body to my very core. Our kisses got harder and i felt his hips moving against mine. My left hand moved from his hair to the side of his throat. My thumb stroked his cheek and jaw line. I slid my right hand down his body, trailing my.