I was trying to dry myself as best as I could so I wouldn’t drip on her floor and she was watching me. She had a look on her face… I guess it was ...ndecision, or maybe even concern about how I would react. I stopped toweling my hair and looked at her expectantly, forcing her to just say it. ‘You’re going to get chilled with your clothes that wet. How about…’ she faded off. ‘How about what?’ I asked with a smile, enjoying seeing her discomfort. ‘Well, no one’s going to be back until tonight, so. He said sure so I grabbed two from the fridge. He and I sat side by side on the couch and my wife stood with her feet together in front of us. We both took a gulp of the brew...she started unbuckling her belt then the zipper down the side of the short white skirt. A couple of wiggles from her beautiful hips and the skirt started sliding down her nylon covered legs. as soon as it passed her thighs it fell quickly to the floor. Tim and I watched it to the floor. She gave it a little kick to the. Just another slut for him to use; conversely, my cunt was burning with need. I was wet as hell at being used as a dirty latina cocksucker willing to obey any white man with a big thick dick. These oxymorons, these conflicting emotions, spun inside me creating anxiety, excitement, shame and lust. "Your big mouth finally has a purpose," he quipped, once he was fully hard and I was slowly bobbing on his cock. Suddenly the door opened and his secretary said, sounding confused, "Um, your nine. ..”“Tell me you don’t fear your wife! Go on!”He chuckled, “Oh, I do. But you have two wives, plus Elyse and Jennifer, and Melanie Spencer!”Pete laughed, “Tell me someone who ISN’T afraid of my wife and I’ll show you a truly fearless man! Or a stupid one!”“Do prosecutors really cry when she walks into a courtroom?” I asked.“Wouldn’t you?” he grinned.“I suppose I would. I’m glad she’s on my side! Have you heard anything more?”“No. Sometime in September.”I nodded. Karl was the only other person.