The lines and curves and shape of your body were shining with particular beauty. The pale snow and black ice which dressed the world beyond your walls...offered a sharp contrast to the heat inside.The quiet burning within you had turned to roaring flame, a bonfire of passion. The moment was surrounded by a million versions of you looking on, so surprised, and so impressed. You wanted it. It was obvious. Gasping, choking, panting, then suddenly breathless, you were quiet and frantic all at once;. Let me back up for a minute.My wife and I have been married for seven years, one of those couples that tied the knot in June following their college graduation. Little models of Ron and Laurie Smith stood on the top of the cake. In case you missed my subtle hint: I'm Ron and my wife is Laurie. We both work in the finance field. I'm a Financial Advisor with a national firm, and Laurie works for a regional accounting firm.No children yet.The crux of the problem is that my wife was seduced while. On turning around to talk to me, Hunter exclaimed “Mmmhhhhhhh, what a perfect camel toe, can I detect a wet spot in your panties?” “Just the perfect position to eat you out,” he added. “Promises, promises,” I replied, goading him on. Hunter then started to run his finger over my shorts, along the line of my vulva. As I was getting hornier, I started to moisten and a wet spot soon began to form and spread. “Lick me out Hunter,” I replied. “I would like nothing better than to be eaten before. As pleasant as it felt, I wouldn’t be able to stop my body from unleashing a flood if I didn’t get out bed soon. Wetting the bed wasn’t an option.I untangled myself from Sheila and silently slipped out of bed into the chill of the morning air. I adjusted the blankets to cover Sheila’s exposed shoulder and made tracks for the bathroom. I decided to make a quick getaway instead of using the facilities in her room to avoid an awkward encounter after a night in which nothing happened. I almost made.