First off, my mother comes into the bathroom while I'm taking a shower, and promptly pulls her skirt up and her knickers down. Actually, it was worse ...han that: I was actually getting myself off and was more or less at the point of no-return when she appeared. The shower glass was a bit steamy. but at my eye level, I had a clear view of her hairy snatch as she let go.It put me over the line when she did, and before I could stop myself, I was spraying a hell of a lot of spunk onto the shower. I also knew it was edging now on going a bit too far.Jennies fantasies she only wanted to tease a little, touch a little, then stop. Then we would go have wild sex together. She meant it too at least when we talked about it alone.I know the state of arousal she was in right now she could not have stopped him from going any further. Even though that was our original plan.Here I was standing naked, stroking my cock as it dripped pre cum. Watching my wife twenty feet away being ravished by another. “Sorry, Shell, yeah, we were just joking around. I thought you knew.” I said apologetically.Cynthia reached over and put her hand on the dress which covered Shelly’s thigh.“You shouldn’t let him get away with teasing you like that. If it were up to me, I’d punish him for it. I’ve got a bird-cage in the back, look. Maybe we should try squash him into that.”“Maybe we should,” joked Shelly, now getting into the flow.“I wouldn’t fit, so there!” I countered back.“Don’t be so smug, Graham,” Cynthia. If interested they will come in on their own. I made a point to be behind her as we checked out I was talking to the cashier asking him if he was familiar with the place I was spending the night, this let her know what my story was and where I would be tonight. By the time I got to my bike she was in her car window rolled down looking at my bike. She told me she really loved my Harley and would love to ride one, she had never been on a Harley. I’ll trade a ride for a ride I told her, she looked.