My wife told me that they had fucked. i told her i will be home shortly and told her not to wash herself off. when i came back. Mark has left. i ask h...r why did he leave. she said he was scared of u finding out and kept asking if i suspect anything. i ask her if she lied about fucking. she said no. she really did it as i wanted. I smile and kiss her and lead her to the bedroom. ask her where did they fuck and she told me in the guest room. i told her not to lie to me and she said no. she did. She had been told that he was from Morocco. She had seen him around campus, several times, but had only spoken to him one time, and that was to thank him for showing her a good time. Bruce was FAR from being THAT sized, but he was big enough to present a challenge. She soon grew to appreciate that she knew how to deep throat, and did her best to take him all the way in her mouth. She gagged a few times, but had persisted, much to his delight. She loved the feeling of his balls banging on her. I really hadn't even spoken with Gloria, I just watched from the sidelines. When women talked to me, I just listened, asked simple questions and got fucked.One Wednesday, the sailing club bar crew held an arm wrestling competition. Two teams divvied up the talent. I begged off. Names went onto tournament chart. The playoff rules required beer consumption for each win. The first couple of rounds went quickly. It got rowdy; beer and testosterone. Too rowdy. Then a pitcher of beer got spilled on a. " "Yeah." "I know, why don't you go and put it on," Dr. Winker said. "What?" Fran gasped. "Yeah, go to the women's room and take off all your clothes and put it on." "Ah, we're not, ah, ready to start.... Already?" Fran stammered. "No, but you'll be ready." "Nah, I think I'll skip the robe," Fran snapped, as she trembled with thethought of working in the silky, sexy, robe. It also just smelled of sex. "Ok, suit yourself," Dr. Winker said before he pointed to the door. "Bettaget my potion.