Continue to watch it develop

I watched as my wife continued to cavort with the stranger. My broken heart was pounding. The blood pressure creating sound waves which rushed my ears and drowned out the music.

Katrina now had her back to him and was rubbing her pert arse against his crotch. No doubt she could feel his rock hard cock through the fabric. Up and down she went, and around and round she rubbed her cheeks against him.

My wife should have worked as a stripper.

The stranger then slapped his hands on her narrow hips. He then lifted them up her waist then felt her sides, mapping her every curve, then bringing my wife back to standing position.

He then grabbed her fulsome breasts.

Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. I could see by her face my wife was in ecstasy.

It was the fact she was enjoying that dampened my will I act.

So I watched open mouthed. Although fellow revellers crossed between us I never noticed as I focused on the debauchery unfold in front me.

My legs felt they were cemented to the sticky floor. The creep’s hands continued to massage my wife's tits without a single protest from her sexy lips. In fact she positively encouraged him with her bump and grinds.

If I thought it couldn’t get worse, it sadly did.

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