Helen waved at me and stood. She gave Ricardo a light kiss on the cheek and then went inside. He followed her. He was looking intently at her naked ass. I wondered if she was coming home.
A few minutes later, I heard our front door open and Helen soon joined me in our bedroom. She was wearing a sweatsuit. When she pulled off her top, I could see her c*m-covered t**s. She dropped the bottoms and was nude. She hadn't bothered with underwear on her trip across the street. I wondered if anyone had seen her. She did jog sometimes in the morning, and hopefully nobody had seen my wife leaving Ricardo's house.
I started to ask Helen about what had happened, but she shushed me, saying we had to get the kids off to school and get ready for work.
"Call in sick." I suggested.
"I have a big meeting
