"No, Gwen,"she said."I want you," I told her. "All of you." We've talked about this," she reminded me, as she had, it seemed, ahundred times already.W... had talked about this matter, though, and I had agreed to honor andabide by her request that we not get naked--or at least not altogethernaked--going topless together was all she'd permit. I had agreed with herthat, until she was ready to do so, we would go no further than kissingand caressing. Unfortunately, it was becoming harder and harder to. She lifted my hair and kissed the nape of my neck. 'Give me your sponge'I handed her my body poof and she began washing my back. The soap rolled down my spine and tickled every inch. I hadn't yet opened my eyes. Her tongue was warm as it maneuvered over my spine. It sent chills between my legs. The water cascaded over our bodies and dripped from my entangled eyelashes. I let out a soft sigh as her tongue found its way to the very base of my back. The soap on her hands made them glide with ease. Carol started to moan louder and then came on his face grinding and making more sex sounds – Ohhh lick me, suck it dick, Ahh, Ahhh, Fuuuuck. We both held her until she stopped trembling with her orgasm. When she stopped she moved down his body and lowered herself on his prick. She stayed still for a moment feeling her fullness. I could see her wetness on his prick. She rode him and started moaning again. I came up behind her and put my lubed fingers in her ass. Then I put some lube on my prick. Not that I would ever have jerked off in public; much safer to carry the memory home and masturbate in the comfort of my own house!And then along came Kathy. Unlike my first wife - who I had to hide my voyeuristic tendencies from - she had an open and, in my opinion very healthy, outlook towards sex and her body. We went out a few times before we got married, but our dates usually ended back at my apartment with Kathy stripping and masturbating for me while I jerked off. It seemed a match made.