Now clear these things and call me when you've finishedcleaning the kitchen."I cleared the things without a word, my face still burning inhumiliation,...when would my wife get here? I started the washing up withthoughts of how I'd talk to my wife when she came and as I worked Ipractised all sorts of scenarios in my mind to persuade her to get meaway from her mother? It was as I was mopping the floor that I realisedand a horrible thought suddenly occurred to me, our car was no longeroutside on the. She threw me one last glance before entering her room again. It was a short glance, but long enough to check out all of my body. Her gaze lingered on my boxer briefs for half a second. I don't know if I was really reading disappointment in her face as a reaction to my limp cock. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't because I was not attracted to her. I wanted to tell her that I had just had a huge orgasm while her sister screwed my brains out. I wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but I. She was and still is 5'5" and 117 lbs with firm D-cup breasts and extraordinarily large nipples when she gets excited. She has a very athletic build from working out 5-days per week. To top it off she has a sweet and very attractive face, smile, and personality. She also happened to be the best lover by far of anyone I had ever been with.Finally, I decided that in order for my fantasy of her fucking another man could come true I had to try an approach quite different then I had before. I knew. Before I know they're packing up and loading the van, I check the clock. 'Can it be dinner time already, have I lusted over him for hours?' When the van departs I collapse disappointed on the bed, with the real fear that they might have finished the job.Still my cock is hard and awaiting it's shower time, I strip and step into the warm water thinking of him. 'Jesus is that the doorbell?' I stretch my head out to listen. 'Damn it, it is.' Wrapping my towel around my waist I drip my way.