Or, at least, I think I do when I make love with him. Whenever I get the chance - despite having to study for my nursing examinations - I try to sneak...out of the house to see him. Three times in the last seven days!I went swimming with him on Tuesday evening at a private pool he has access to (I think he knows the security guards). It was very romantic being in the pool after dark with him, and I guess he could tell that I was eager for him. So, after we'd finished our dip, he came into the. It couldn’t be just once. It could very likely destroy my wonderful marriage. My emotions were drowning me. I had to get out of there. “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom,” hoping that my voice hadn’t given me away.I leaned against the lavatory, the door locked. I wanted so desperately to pull my panties off and plunge my fingers inside myself, but it felt like it would be a betrayal to my husband. I stood there until I felt like I had regained some control and checked myself in the mirror.. They had a good time during the six years they had lived here together, with a middle class bunch of nice white people, and the money, with his Army retirement pay and the Police Lieutenants salary, was terrific. Maggie had no money problems, but she sure wasn't happy.As she rose and headed for the locker room, she caught a look at herself in the full length mirror. The leotard acted as a girdle, her big tits stood high on her chest, and her ass looked smooth and curvy. The exercise kept her. Once inside we were able to talk openly about the wank session and ourselves. He led me to his front room where he had the magazines of Holly laid out on his large leather sofa and his laptop connected to his big 40inch TV. We sat down on the leather sofa (fully clothed at this stage), he began to play some music videos of Holly via YouTube (ad-less in those days) where we began talking dirty about Holly and how she was made us horny etc. I was hard immediately and began to rub my cock through.