See.”I thought, ‘Just hunks of metal. She could keep them.’ I realized something; there was something seriously wrong with Susan. She was sick, ...but what it was, the kind of sickness, I didn’t know.Susan added, “I’d go places, I’d meet people, go to parties, and I’d fuck guys. I’d show them my jewelry. I’d tell them about you. I’d tell them what a nice guy you were, how reliable you were. I had a photograph; everyone said you were handsome. You are you know. They said I was lucky, and I agreed. My hands running all over her back and boobs and hers on mine. I moved my right hand on her ass and kept pressing it. We kept kissing and fondling till we realized we have to catch a train. So we left, picked our luggage from our flat, caught the train and bid goodbyes when we reached Gwalior. The night journey did have some kissing and boob touching as we slept together on the upper berth. Such small berth but we didn’t want to leave each other so even that was enough.On our return, I planned. Confused but so aroused I try to act normal, responsible. But it's difficult as my desire inflates and Hazel subtly pushes her ass against my hardness.I force myself to listen to what's being said and hear Hazel tell her daughter, “sure baby come in and get warm”. Emma looks delighted and jumps on the bed, her nightie lifting and to my delight and horror I catch a glimpse of her very bald little pussy. Involuntary I push my cock against her mothers ass. Admitting to myself for the first time. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but I then knew what it meant when he swirled his tongue at me. He wanted to suck my cock.Nothing much happened, except the mayor would do his tongue twirling thing when he caught my attention. Since I knew what that meant, I would usually do it back at him. Maybe I realized that, since my wife had zero interest in sex, that he was the best chance to get my cock sucked, which I really needed. Then one Friday night, we both ended up in the restroom together..