His brother just grabbed me one day when he came in and rubbed his hands over my breasts and scooped them under my arse and rubbed me between the legs... then left. “Has he done that often”? I was asked. “Yeah, a bit” I replied. “Anything else”? he asked. “Yeah, I let him use one condom. It seemed fair otherwise we’ll have none” I said. “No big deal to me”. I looked at him while I unzipped my shorts. “Come and see how it’s worth it” I said. He was on me straight away, groping and. ? The water was warm and welcoming and she letit flow over her body and it soothed the remaining stiffness she felt.? She soaped herself letting her fingers lingerin her private place as she reran the day?s earlier events through her mind.? She felt her nipples stiffen as she did soand she was tempted to masturbate there and then in the shower.? She marveled at what a wanton woman she hadbecome lately and laughed at herself. She turned the taps off and stepped out of the shower anddried herself. I heard him saying, “He’s got her so drunk that she doesn’t know where she is.” There was another round of mocking laughter. I tapped Art on the shoulder. He turned and then got a guarded reaction. It was like he said something I wasn’t supposed to hear.I said, “Kim’s dead. I’ll help you get her to the car.”Art turned to his brothers in douchebaggery and said, “Wife’s passed out.” It was like he was saying, “The sun’s come up.”One of the wits in the group drunkenly advised, “Fuck her in every. She has asked me all sorts of personal questions regarding my previous sex life. I didn't hide it from her that I enjoyed guys as well as girls, and she seemed to accept this. Judging her reaction, I think she was quite excited with knowing this about me.We've been married for four years now and she asked me about six months ago she asked me if I missed having a guy for sex since we got married. I am not one to lie to her, so I told her I have missed it quite a bit and have been dreaming about.