She isn't one that shares her 'meal' if you catch my drift. Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going ...to catch hell. I didn't know if confession was going to be good for the soul, or a life sentence.She had a mix of hurt and anger I hadn't seen in quite some time. In fact, it was the last time she caught me that I got that same kind of look from her. Apologies seemed hollow and vain, but I tried. My poor dick was tucked so far up my crotch, I. She looked at me, waiting for a some response. She leaned back in her chair. Pushing her chest out. She was not large on top, but she was not small either. She sipped some more of her wine finishing her current glass. I am not sure what she read from my face or body language. But my penis began to react positively to what she seemed to be suggesting. It began pressing against my pants. She noticed and leaned forward. She began rubbing her fingers along the length of my rod. This caused me to. (read my Slut Wife series)You will be aware that I was happily married for 14yrs and working as an area manager for a large UK company. With the kids and Jane I took up photography as a serious hobby and built up my skills and equipment in that area, I was now in my very early thirties and totally bored with my job.Me and Jane had been involved with a few wife swops and swinging scenes during this period and one of the couples, Robert and Susan, asked me if I would photograph them as a couple. Mother now checked her watch, muttered for me to get on with the job and placed my fishy hand back onto her breast, I could feel a little nub swelling under my palm and thought that she was trying to explain that she had a boil or something on her chest, but she snapped at me that if I didn’t understand I was to ask as we all needed to learn and just to ask. I did ask if she was unwell and had boils, to which she took, well umbrage I suppose, she leapt from the bed as well as she could, grabbed.