The only female I entrusted my life with more than her was Roxie. But she’s a story for another time. 17 June Circe (Angel) I was lounging on the c...uch in nothing but a very soft cotton bath robe waiting for the polish on my toes to dry. The morning had begun with a shower, followed by hair brushing and nail painting, and yes all again assisted or performed by Alexandra. I’m guessing you are pissed at me for skipping the details of the shower but thankfully for me it wasn’t erotic, well not. Her heels are only moderate and she applies minimal make-up. Though it is true that in the last couple of months, in fact ever since she met Jasmine, she has changed her style of dressing, wearing shorter skirts and lower-cut tops, she has hardly ever worn anything even slightly revealing.In fact, even this recent change could only be explained by reasoning that it was a way of keeping up with her new friend. In short, nothing could have prepared me for the clothes I found my wife wearing that. Her opening baffled under the flow, the base of it revealing the dark tunnel leading inside her. She rested back on her elbows and let her eyes drift shut as she enjoyed the sensation. I sat on the toilet next to her, fascinated by her body and how she responded to the sexual pleasure she was giving herself."How often do you do this?" I asked, my curiosity driving my growing fantasies about her."Few times a week," she answered. "Oh," she said, the first orgasmic sound I'd ever heard her make.. I was shocked again. Luckily no one was there in our cubicle.I just put the blanket on both of us and looked into her eyes. And smiled. She den kissed me on my lips. Slowly her legs wrapped around me. I hugged her tightly. She started caressing my chest. I slowly slid my hand into her top and was rubbing her bare back. She undid her bra and slid it aside. I can feel her nipples poking through her thin t-shirt on to my chest. And we were kissing madly.We both were very hot. And were hugging.