After a couple of minutes though, she could take no more and fell, limp, down on top of Ron. The pressure on his cock lessened as Bill pulled out of ...er. Ron slowly rolled his hips under her though. “Your arse is glorious,” Ron whispered in her ear.“Glad you like it,” she said slowly. The she rolled over and he came came out of her with a pop.Bill pulled her over and helped her sit up on the edge of the bed, then he handed her one of the bottles of water. She thanked him and took a long. Poor guy, I think, probably he'd have liked to cum in my mouth, but then I feel him standing between my legs and then I feel his cock ever so slowly glide over my mound, stroke my clit, part the lips, press against the entrance of my pussy and all my pity for the guy is gone in a second. Instead, I begin to feel sorry for myself as he just waits instead of pushing inside me. I try to search for his cock, to impale myself on it, but his hands on my hips hold me in place. My breathing is heavy. His eyes sparkled and he was full of confidence, looking wonderful in his camouflage shirt and trousers. Feelings of our friendship swept over me, we still had a bond, a connection that had never been broken. It was like we had never been apart but he had transformed into a swan. I made us a coffee and sat beside him. He told me about serving in Northern Ireland and the lucky escapes he had. I sat transfixed, he looked down at my bump and asked me how long I had to go, telling me I’d be a great. “Er, oh, I er, I’m not sure, I only said it in fun.”“Yes, I realise that, but if I did organise it, would you let me be a voyeur?”The conversation had taken on a serious tone. A highly charged, serious, sexual tone. I’m not sure what I had expected in my husband’s reply to my comment. Just a laugh and some quip back probably, but not this. It should have been a joke and move on. Now, James had me considering it properly, and the thought was soaking my knickers.“Eh, well I guess so. Would that.