With that, she turned me around so I was facing away from her, reached around and grabbed my cock, and jerked me off to another excellent orgasm which...landed in the shrubbery in front of us.It was all over then. We put our swim attire back on, straightened our hair, and I walked out first. She didn't talk to me again after that, and a little while later I left the party. I never saw her again, but she was the fantasy object of my wanking for years and years.A couple months after the party I. What disturbed me more than what happened, was Arpi’s attempts to try to camouflage real happenings and attempts to reason with me to justify her and Ali’s actions. If indeed my wife was not happy with Ali, why did she let him kiss her as she was getting off the car? She did not resist or argue with him there. Rather, she was telling Ali to be careful, lest I saw them in action. This was a question that bugged me. It poked a hole in her defence and her posture of revulsion at Ali’s action. It. As we waited I felt her eyes on me, piercing through my barely there lace. She was fiddling with her sweater. I slid my little hands up to help her. As I pulled up her sweater I pressed my body against hers. The warmth from her body turned me on. I felt my nipples grow hard. I wanted to see more of her so I quickly unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pulled it apart. Perfect breasts were just waiting to be revealed. I couldn't wait to play with her. The music that started playing pulled me out. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I was walking down the street when I heard someone call my name. I glanced around, but when I did not recognize anyone, I kept going. But my name was called out again. I assumed someone else who.