That beautiful smile appeared across your lips again, and I lowered myself to you and kissed you, slowly at first, then more deeply, and then with the...rising passion that we both felt. “I want to watch you masturbate”, you whispered in my ear. I stood back a step and began to stroke my cock, using my precum as lubrication. As I worked my fingers up and down my shaft, I moved your fingers between you legs, signaling my desire to watch you as well. My eyes alternated between your beautiful. But mark my words. Be careful what you ask for. You may get something you’re not ready for.”Uncle Bob laughed. “I think I can manage to clean her off without reducing her to the kind of ... um ... condition you end up in.”“You’d better hope so,” said Mom.By now I was pretty curious about why she was acting that way. I looked at Uncle Bob, who was still looking at Mom, smiling.“So when can you do it?” I asked, all chipper.“How about tonight?” he asked. “Just before bed. That way if there’s any. It would change what we had, a consensual wife-sharing arrangement, into something more akin to an open marriage. And that frightened me. I was happy to share Claire with Jason, and Hannah excited me physically, but I didn’t want to do anything that would weaken Claire and my commitment to each other. Even weakening our bonds of love and marriage by one single thread didn’t seem a great idea.I managed to get all of this across to Claire, and she got it. I asked her to be honest with me, and. "How about a quickie? You've got an hour."Jen giggled. "I want to, but I have to get dressed." She wiggled from Mike's grasp and ran into the bedroom. "And I have to hurry, you know how long it takes me to get ready," she said over her shoulder.Jen was in a quandary. What should she wear? She didn't want Mike to see her dressed too sexy for a casual shopping trip with David. Normally she'd wear jeans and a top, with sexy lingerie underneath. But David wanted her to wear the bustier. That meant.