I opened both the front and back doors to allow a breeze to circulate and threw the wet towels into the washing machine to spin dry. T hoped that the ...arpet should be dry by that afternoon. I made a cup of plunger coffee and stood on my wet front veranda, sipping on the coffee, watching the road traffic and wondering if the wild spring weather was a presage to a rough summer.The screen door creaked open and closed behind me, "would you like a coffee?" I asked Mel who just stood quietly behind. He showed up and I had several panties for him to try on. I had told Katharine to show up 30 minutes later. As he was walking around in front of me, his cock rigid in the panties and an obvious wet spot from where he was leaking precum, the wheel house door suddenly opened, and his wife strolled in. She had on a mini-skirt, high heels, and her hard nipples made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra.I had been stroking my cock, and waiting to see how they would deal with the situation. She knew. "You're always talking to different women, but I don't accuse you of trying to seduce them!" That's exactly right, Becky. I talk to different women. I don't spend most of my time with any particular woman. Therein lies the difference," I countered."Tom and Loraine are happily married, Dave. You have to relax a little and trust me a lot more. I've made it through 24 years without falling off the fidelity wagon," argued Becky. "I'm not even a big flirt, like a lot of wives my age." I know that,. He loved the way the material accentuated her perfect form, and how it barely concealed her treasures, the classy taste she possessed in her attention to her curtaining. Her accouterments were always to his liking and always expressed for him what he would call "the icing on the cake." He pulled and softly pinched each nipple, allowing his hand to slide slightly under the material at one point to caress her bare skin. He reveled in her own touch to him and her advancements to his nether.