I started down the hall and saw my wife in the restroom. I stopped and asked she where OK? She was setting on the toilet and looked up with half open ...yes she said I’m just fine. She untied her top and tossed it into the sink, then she picked up the bikini bottom from the floor and tossed it in too. She started to get toilet paper to wipe her self but I stopped her. Wait I said, did you poop? She said no I pee’d why? I said don’t wipe . She asked why? I said I want to fuck your pussy with. I took off my shoes and then followed Connie down the hall to what looked to be the Master Bedroom.*why would my wife be sleeping it off in Connie and Stan’s bedroom? * I thought to myself, but I found my eyes fixated on her perfectly shaped ass as she sauntered down the hallway.Sure enough, there lay my wife, in the large king-sized bed. She was only half covered by the expensive looking sheet, and sleeping contently. I tiptoed in and around to the side of the bed to see her hair all tousled. I was so wrapped up in my jack-off session that Ididn’t notice the door to the bathroom open. “So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”“I, uh I, well, there was a, a time when I ah… Iwanted to and…”“Oh shut up you. Parking just below the room she tore open the envelope and found the key and a torn piece of note paper that had the room number written on it.Opening the door, she found Bart standing at the foot of the bed. His unbuttoned shirt was already pulled out of the waist of his Levi’s. Barefooted he had a perplexed look on his face and appeared lost for words. Feeling like she had the upper hand she gave him a coquettish smile and waited to see if he would regain some of the bravado he exhibited in.