We then went down in the bathtub and I asked her why are you crying and she was like I had the best time of my life which made me really happy and hel...ful.We then kissed for like 5 mins and asked her is it correct or wrong thing, she said it is actually wrong but it is a social service which you are doing for people like me which made me really motivated and I lifted her up went to the bedroom and threw her in the bed and started to fuck her so hard in the bed, like my stamina was infinitely. There still is a monster roaming my brain. It is the demon that screams that I am a second class woman, incapable of keeping and satisfying a man. I am an unworthy slut that is only fit for low life scum. I cringe at the thought, and try to bury it, but it will still not go away. I look at my life with you and see the love in your eyes as a friend, but I do not see the look of my soul mate. The one who adores me and makes me his woman in every manner of possession that is possible. I want to be. I watched myself rub my clit through the panties. teasing my clit softly in contrast to pinching my nipple. I leaned against the wall, spread my legs wide and rubbed my clit a little faster. I didn't want to cum yet, so I slowly stopped touching. I got a pants hanger from the closet then walked back to the bedroom, unzipped my skirt and let it drop as I walked. Pulled off my panties, they were so wet. I tossed the panties and the pantshanger on the bed. I rummaged through the bottom drawer of. To know that you and I, together, might get to share her…. That I might get to watch you do things to another woman... “I was rock hard at that point, yet wondering if my wife really felt this way. She was tipsy, yet not sloppy-drunk. Then again, we were on vacation where no one knew us… and she seemed equally excited. I felt her rock-hard nipples poking into my middle back.“I just have ONE request” whispered my wife.“Yes?” I toyed, “and what might THAT be?”“Please don’t cum inside of her” my.