As soon as he had heard the man's name, Alexander had been reminded of his beloved and vanished Emma. And now that he was Sir Alan's guest he saw her ...picture on a sideboard in one of the reception rooms.It was a younger and happier Emma whose schoolgirl face smiled out at him. But it was certainly the same delightful if foul-mouthed and well plastered woman he had rescued from a night in a police cell.Sir Alan nodded and Lady Henderson looked sad, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue."Yes. That's. Then he rolled down the window, his eyes squinting against the glare of the bright flashlight. ‘Whoever you are, would you mind not shining that thing in my face?’ ‘Detective North, is that you? I certainly hope that’s Mrs. North with you! This could be really awkward for me!’ the young officer said nervously. Barbara spoke up. ‘Yes, officer, I’m his wife! And I hope you’ll have the decency not to go spreading any stories around the station about this!’ ‘Oh, no Ma’am,’ the officer replied. Then I opened it up partially, revealing flesh all the way up my side, and closed it again, only then taking note of his presence. His face was flushed and his eyes were travelling up and down my body and he had to shake himself when I asked where he was going.“Uhh… oh yeah. I’m heading over to Tony’s for a bit” he said, finally. I told him to have a good time and to call if he were going to miss dinner. He nodded vaguely and adjusted his half-hard cock in his pants as I turned to go into my. His hand went to her hip and caressed her. She took his other hand and moved it to her right tit. He was squeezing and teasing the nipple as they kissed. I just looked on, in shock, my shy wife had become the aggressor. She wanted this to happen. My wife was acting like the slut I had dreamed she was when we first met. After four years of marriage, she was going to have sex with her second man, and it wasn't me.Suddenly she stood up and took his hand in hers and pulled him to his feet. She.