I heard him talking to her, telling her she was beautiful, that he wanted her. She didn't scream out, it was more like a plea, "no" she said quietly, like a weak attempt to fend off the inevitable.He began unbuttoning her dress from the top, and kissed her lips, face, cheeks and neck while he did. Don't get me wrong, she writhed and protested, but I wouldn't say she was fighting for her life or anything. I wanted to run in and stop him there, but it kind of struck me that Beth didn't seem like she was in all that much distress. I stiffened, thinking "Holy Shit, this guy is going to rape my wife!". He put his cup down, casually turned her face toward his with his left hand and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, while his right hand came up to clamp onto her left breast! I couldn't believe it! Beth pushed him away, shocked, saying "What are you doing.stop, I'm a married woman" but he had her arms pinned as he leaned in on her, kissing her, and continued fondling her chest. As she leaned back on the couch, it happened. I stood and watched.Beth had made coffee, and the salesman settled back on the couch and draped his left arm on the couch back, sipping and checking out my wife as she shuffled through some of his brochures. I was just going to go in, but something made me stop short for a moment and just look.something about the way his eyes moved over her legs and chest. The skirt part was about knee length, but sitting as she was, had ridden up half her thigh. Beth was wearing a light cotton sun dress that buttoned up the front, and clung nicely to her upper body. I could sense that Beth found him attractive too, by the body language.little things, like the way she looked at him as he spoke, the way she leaned in slightly when he made a joke, stuff like that. From the covered patio in back, you can see into the living room from a window there, and I saw the salesman then.He was an extremely handsome guy, I had to admit, with dark hair, tall, and what seemed like a muscular build. I noticed another car in the drive as I pulled up, so I parked on the street, and walked to the back of the house. This afternoon, I'd had a particularly rough day, and decided to knock off early. All that put me at ease until today, as I stood outside the back window of our home looking in.I'd been busting my ass trying to establish clientele in the sales job I had, working long hours, coming home late, and pooping out after dinner. It concerned me more than her, though, and she frequently said that it wasn't that important to her, that she loved me regardless, etc. Our sex life was great for me, having a beautiful woman like her to myself, but she had some difficulty reaching orgasm. I knew that no man had seen them before, as Beth's strict Catholic upbringing had caused her to retain her virginity until our wedding day. The silver dollar sized area actually protruded slightly from her breast, like plump strawberries, and was extremely sensitive. But her nipples, more specifically the aureole surrounding the nipple, would swell as she became aroused. Beth had the nicest tits I'd ever seen before, full, round, firm and that was obvious. Her best feature, though, was something not visible to anyone but myself prior to this day.
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I noticed him grin slightly, his approval at something I had known about Beth since we married two years before.that Beth was a beauty.At 5'7" and 125 pounds, Beth had height and hair of a fashion model, but with the wholesome face of the 'girl next door', and a figure that was all woman.long, tapered legs, gently curving hips and rounded ass, smallish waist, and full breasts, nestled snugly in their 36d cups, which incidentally was where this salesman's eyes were riveted now. The salesman leaned back on the couch a bit to allow him a better view into the gap between the buttons on her blouse as her chest strained the fabric. Beth ran one hand through her thick mane of auburn hair, absent mindedly biting her full, lower lip as she looked through the brochures on the coffee table.
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