It looked like he was

Mr. Wimple you may sit in that chair," he indicated in the corner of his office.

I did not feel like sitting down for a very long time, but when my wife shot me a hard glance, I obeyed.

"Mrs. Wimple. You have been hurt because you husband had cheated on you and you will not truly get over this until you make your husband suffer like you have. Wouldn't you agree?"

"That's right," she said.

"So I want you to use me as a way to get back at him. Take me and have the same experience your husband enjoyed behind your back."

"Oh ah," she stammered. "I don't know."

"You have to make him feel like you do."

Mr. Johnson had unzipped his pants to reveal a huge cock hard and ready for her. I knew my wife had a weakness for very large dicks. She had pestered me to get an enlargement, but I had put it off. Now, I saw her tongue lick her lips and a smile started to appear.

"Please honey," I said, "Don't do this. I said I'm sorry. We can work his out."

She said, "And we are working this out."

By this time, Mr. Johnson had removed his clothes and so did my wife. Mr. Johnson sat on his couch and my wife dropped to her knees in front of him. She touched his cock and then turned to look at me.

"This is your fault. You're the one that broke our marriage vows."

Then her mouth slid down his hard shaft while I sqirmed in my chair with a very sore ass and the taste of her ass still in my mouth.