This time we were about a quarter mile into our jog when I took my shirt off. She started laughing we finished our mile jog with me naked again. I kne... the next night she was going to wait until we were ready to go, and check to see if I was wearing my shorts. So why she was at work I cut my shorts up both legs and glued some magnets on them. When she got home the next night I was all ready to go jogging again, this time she told me to take off my shirt and jog in just my shorts, that way she. He sat on the bed and lifted my skirt. He touched my wet panty and gently traced the outline of my clit. My entire body tingled and I became even hornier.Gently, he lifted my top and touched my boobs. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He began to bite and suck my titties, while his one hand was busy with my one titty, his other hand was inside my panty, rubbing my clit and fingering. I was so overcome with pleasure and wanted to moan loudly, but I pretended to be asleep. He sucked my boobs to his heart’s. I tried to ignore the naked lady as she gyrated on my crotch. If my mind was somewhere else, I thought my cock would not suffer and get hard. When there are naked breasts being pressed into your face and a naked woman has her hand down your pants and fondling your balls. Let’s just say your attention is drawn to her and the consequences become, her actions bring a hard on to any male. As my nose was pressed between the cleavage of her naked breasts my wife asked if I would like to fuck this. I exploded and cried out with a guttural sound that I barely recognized. It was so loud, that I didn’t hear the door open when Melissa walked in.“Doug! What the fuck?” Melissa yelled out as I nearly jumped out of my skin.“Holy hell, Melissa!” I shouted. “I thought you said you were gonna call when you were on your way!”“I did call, you didn’t answer!” she protested.“Jesus, Melissa, I’m sorry, I just…” I started to say.Melissa looked at me, frowning, “Are those women’s underwear?”I sighed, “Yes,.