His wife had a way with words and putting things into perspective.  She was his. His wife, the mother of his kids, his partner and support.  The only thing she wasn't was all his in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Hearing her gush over her lover, and the reasons she was turned on by him gave Peter a mixed feeling of jealous and anxiety, but surprisingly his cock throbbed at the details.  Jim was everything peter wasn't, but tried to be.<br/>He was no longer a stud, though he wasn't quite sure if he ever was labeled that.  He was average at best in length and girth, and couldn't last very long, unless he had been drinking and was a bit drunk.   Seeing his wife talk with such lust about another man was new to him. It was primitive, erotic sexual side of her he had fantasized about, seen displayed by porn stars in movies, but never from his own wife, whom he thought was too wholesome to  be so sexually open.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't even know that was a thing people did" </strong>he responded surprisingly to the description of what a hotwife was. Eva's kisses on his neck along with her description of how big Jim's cock was starting to arouse Peter, who suddenly felt ashamed and tried to fight the feeling. he tried to think of sports, anything but his wife with another man.  But the sounds of them fucking, along with her kisses on his neck proved to be too much.  His cock grew stiffer against her thigh.