She's always told me that it's because she did, "fall in love with me", and that hairy chests, are just something that she likes to enjoy when she's having sex. I even heard, what I figured, was his ball sack, occasionally slapping her chin and neck, as he thrust into her mouth and it swung forward, hitting her chin. She had sent me several pictures taken of herself in the full length bathroom mirror. She often said, that she couldn't fall in love with just a hairy chest, she fell in love with me, a man she loves. Listening intently, I began to hear some rustling of clothing as if she was embraced with a man and was making out with him, which was confirmed a moment later when I heard them kissing and I could hear my wife softly purring with pleasure as I imagined the man might be sliding his hand under her skirt and touching her pussy. I heard him rubbing her body, through her clothes, with his hands, as they were apparently making out. I heard him start to moan and breath harder, obviously in pleasure, from my wife's talented mouth on his cock. I turned over to her as in deep sleep and - purely at random- put my hand on her pussy, which made her stiffen up. The thought of my wife, performing for this guy like a complete slut, was turning me on, my cock was aching to explode, ALREADY, and I had only been listening to them for maybe fifteen minutes! But I relented and told her it was OK. I could hear her gasping for breath. Then I slowly crept across the bed, stood up and moved to the door, slowly advancing into the hallway. She had on a red see through blouse, that was really not meant to be worn as a blouse, it was really the top to a lingerie set. But as Saturday approached, I wasn't feeling well, having a nasty head cold that made it difficult for me to breath. There was no way I could have stood the smoke filled, stuffy air of the club and enjoyed myself, sneezing, coughing, and blowing my nose constantly.