That was what he told himself, anyway, although the fact was that, along with all the other jumbled emotions, it was making Bill Brady very horny to play the peeper on his transgressing wife.

Lurking at the doorway, he looked – and his prick began to respond, swelling and jolting.

Each man was feeling a fat tit, and Betty was turning her head from side to side, kissing Joe and Vince in turn. Bill could see pink tongues sliding back and forth as his wife French-kissed her lovers.

Her rosy nipples stood up like juicy gumdrops as the men kneaded her big tits.

Betty slid a hand down and grasped Joe's stiff prick, fondling it and cupping his swollen balls. Her other hand dropped onto Vince's hard prick.

She frigged both men and they both ducked down to suck on her rigid nipples.

Joe groped down her gently rounded belly and cupped his hand on her bushy cunt mound, dipping her fingers into her crotch to caress her cunt.

Vince reached down, too, and started to pull on her stiff cut while Joe finger-fucked her cunt.

"Ummmmm – ahhhhh!" the faithless redhead sighed, as they fingered her frothy fuck-hole and nursed on her explosive tit-tips.

She threw her meaty thighs open wide, spreading her loins invitingly.

"Give me some stiff prick!" she whimpered.

Vince and Joe, each with a mouthful of tit, looked at each other, obviously wondering which one should fuck her to begin with.

Bill knew that if he made his presence known at this stage, he could prevent his wife from going all the way with her lovers. But he figured that she must have fucked both of them lots of times before, because there was a familiar intimacy about the situation. It would only be another slice off a cut loaf.