” She’s no longer directly backed against it.Even as my brain is thinking ‘no fucking way’, as if of its own volition my right hand finds the ...aistband of my sweats.Maybe she understands how conflicted I am. She sends exactly the sort of message designed to break the stalemate. “I tried it yesterday” she texts.“Tried what?” I send back, like an idiot.“Edging. Its hard”There’s a pause, and then she types more: “like I couldnt make myself stop lol”“Well yah, u gotta practice:)” - a kind of peace. The guy’s name was Justin; just as I had expected…Soon it became clear Justin was hungry for sex, but he was a little confused about the situation. From the way he stared at me, I could know that Bob had not informed him that he intended me to watch them fuck. I was feeling slightly uncomfortable. But Bob, always happy to be in charge, turned to the guy and begged him to go into the bathroom.They disappeared into the bathroom and it was extremely quiet for about a long while. Then I started. I tossed the cruise bag in the back seat.“Dirty linen?” Brett asked me.I couldn't think of anything to say other than, “Yes.”Inside the bag were cum soaked sheets and linens. Marcus and Leroy were empty of cum. I had fucked both of them dry.Brett got into his car and left, I was right behind him.On the drive home, I became apprehensive. What would be Brett's reaction to finding out his wife was such a slutty whore. And a easy one at that. I know we had fantasized about me fucking the way I did. I brought my face up to her navel and gave a kiss, she arched backwards and I continued my act. This time I went up to her breasts and licking her breasts and went and buried my face on her neck and kept it there and I could sense her breathing it was fast and her fingers were on my hair and pulling them onto her.I brought my lips forward and kissed her and again I came to her breasts and taken her nipple in my mouth and sucked it. She moaned loudly this time, gripping my head more tightly and.