I wonder how it must have seemed to passer-by’s: the obvious noises of lovemaking as well as the swaying of the van. At that moment, I doubt very mu...ch that even the police could have stopped me from scratching this itch. Finally, I simply passed out from the drugs or the pleasure, who knows. I awoke to find my ‘date’ typing hurriedly away at a laptop. My head hurt a bit, but the ache between my legs was a very different type than earlier. I was not sure I could walk, let alone drive. He must. Our relationship was always more important to me than to her. When my career did not go anywhere, my wife did not let me forget it. The fact that I worked hard at a job I did not like for a boss who did not like me did not matter to her. She valued results, not effort.When my wife found a man whose career was zooming into the stratosphere, she at first tried to hide the affair from Sally and me. Then, she did not care. Finally, she flaunted it.My wife sued for divorce. I did not even contest. I lifted up and watched my thick long shaft sinking into her. Then lifted her head up and made her watch my shaft plunging in and out. She came with a rush after only a dozen strokes or so, bucking and moaning how good it felt. I slowed down, and just eased into her with long slow strokes, watching to see if she could take any more. After a minute or two she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a long passionate kiss, and kept meeting my thrusts with little pushes of her own. It. She entered what she thought was a private cubicle where she could change out of her blue one piece swimsuit unseen. She was wrong, her every personal private move was going to be surreptitiously scrutinized in detail by a naked male stranger in the next cubicle. I stroked my erect cock in eager anticipation of her revealing her most intimate body parts to me. She started to disrobe, removing her tight fitting swimsuit. Straps down first then the top of her suit to the waist, immediately.