I barely breathed. I barely moved. I was captivated.The woman’s gaze suddenly traveled to her window. She wasn’t staring at the glass, but rather ...at something beyond it. Something far beyond. Something in the adjacent building. Me. She was staring at me.Our eyes met and my blood turned cold. Then it started boiling in my veins. I desperately wanted to flee, to escape her penetrating gaze. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place.It felt like an eternity before I regained control of my body.. They drove out of town and drove into the driveway of a country farm house. I drove past the driveway and then made my way in on foot. I went to the only window that a light was on and looked through a split in the curtains. There on a couch, opposite the window was my wife and Bill and Tim sitting on either side of my wife. They were drinking and talking and then my wife and Tim started kissing. Bill then began stroking the inside of her thigh which she spread open willingly. His hand then. I could feel her hair hanging on my thigh, and feel her heavy melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing cock. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife's well shaped legs. It gave me a good look at her freshly fucked pussy, that was hovering. Connie explained to me how she was nervous but that she needed to be punished for the bad she had done when she was younger, she had let men touch her when she was far too young to allow this, she told me how had sex many times with men old enough to be her grandfather. It seemed that Connie was addicted to sex, often with unsuitable partners and now she realised that she needed to be punished for her past. We met up today for our first time, as time was tight and the only time she could get.