My wife dated lots of different men. Their only common denominator? The size of their cock. But this guy, he always took liberties. With me. My wife was changing into something more comfortable. Something that would make her a more enticing package to unwrap, and then fuck. I accidentally dropped something on the floor as I served her lover a drink. It only took that one moment of opportunity for him to take advantage. Perhaps I did it intentionally? Perchance? Perhaps.