He leaned over and murmured in my ear, “You know you love my big hard cock. Imagine all the places I could take you with this. You only have to ask....�� His words made me even slicker and he chuckled, amused at my responsiveness. I held my secret knowledge of what was possible to myself and turned toward him. Taking the soap from him I took a step back and washed myself…slowly…and very thoroughly. I massaged the soap bubbles into my skin enjoying the slick friction of my own hands. I moved lower. She was supposed to spend the night with her man; the man, who was occupying her thoughts every waking hour, who was supposed to be her soul mate, the one she told all her secrets to and the one, who stood her up, yet again. Instead of spending the night in his bed doing unthinkable things between the sheets, on the floor and against the wall, she spent the evening with her friend drinking cider at the pub.As she lit up a cigarette, she re-played their earlier conversation, when she told him,. You never know who might see it. But you can’t tell your husband about the threat, you have to convince him by other means.”“Please, fuck me now. I’ll do anything you want. But I need to feel you inside me.”“I won’t fuck you until your husband begs me to fuck you. But I’ll make sure you are begging me nearly every day.”My darling wife broke my heart that evening. I had barely walked through the door when she greeted me.“Honey, I need to talk to you about something important.”Beth steered me to. He decided she needed to be cleaned a little, anyway, so he brought a warm washcloth and enjoyed washing the young cunt. By the third swipe across her lovely crack, his dick was sticking out of his pajama fly, pointing at the object of desire. He began playing with her clit, which brought no response from her. Since he felt comfortable that he’d cleaned her pussy very well, he moved onto the bed and spread her knees a little farther apart. His tongue sought the, freshly washed, asshole and.