After meeting the family for Sunday Brunch, I was finally alone with my sexy wife again. 6 days of separation anxiety had taken a toll on me, that's ...or sure. On our afternoon drive back to LC, we caught up on how her visit had gone, all the inside dirty on everyone, and some of how she felt about being away from me. I was trying to judge her "sexual appetite" cause I knew mine was sky high. We talked openly about being apart and missing the intimacy that we share. I told her I had a bag. I move to the shower and she is briefly hopeful, but I only put the plug in the tub so that it starts to fill. Now she is instructed to lay back, hands above her head, as the water that falls on her slowly fills the tub. She is gasping constantly now. People shipwrecked in icy waters often drown within minutes because the plunge into such cold liquid shocks them into opening their mouths and breathing in under the surface. The slave is gasping in that way now, spasmodically trying to draw in. Even earlier that day, when she’d pulled her panties aside while bent over the chair, she’d been less horny than now. Anne’s left hand slid inside his shirt, having undone two of his buttons. Stan moaned as her fingers played with the hair there. All the while Anne was playing at his crotch. She slid down the zipper of his trousers and pushed her right hand inside, feeling for his dick. ‘Anne, if you don’t stop…’ Her only answer was to slide to her knees. She undid the belt and clip at the top. We got outside and I poured another tequila for us, and got us each a fresh cider before getting into the pool next to Mary-Ann.There was a lot of accidental brushing of thighs and fingers while we swam and after an hour we all got out to lounge next to the pool. I bent over on purpose giving them both a very nice view of my ass as I dried off.Martin started pouring another tequila and decided to take a body shot from his wife's neck, with the lemon between her lips. I enjoyed watching them so.