We finished our fuck, and Peter drove me to the bottom of our avenue, and I walked the rest of the way home, basically to let the night breeze cool me...down, so the smell of sweat, cum, and juice, wouldn't be so powerful as I walked into the house, of course my husband wasn't home, so I jumped in the shower, and gave myself a good scrub, feeling the tenderness of my cunt lips, where Peter had pounded them, I dried myself off, and got into my PJ's, which I had started wearing when Peter started. He opens the door. I walk in. We kiss and wrap our arms around each other. We undress and hop in the shower. Rubbing soap all over his body is bloody hot in itself. That ever alert cock pokes out from his abdomen in all its splendifference. We towel each other dry and walk to the bed. I ask him to lay on the bed on his back and with the ties I brought with me, I tie his arms and legs, spread-eagled to the legs of the bed. He starts to say something but I shush him "no talking".I crawl on top of. She struggled to remain silent and still while her orgasm washed over her. It looked fairly powerful too. He was impressed. Impressed and horny. Bloody hell, had that just happened? Fuck he was horny!Orgasmic Woman slouched back, sighed and opened her eyes, staring at him with a goofy smile. She looked flushed. Belatedly Andy remembered the rest of the passengers. He took another look around: everything looked OK, though he didn't know how they could possibly have missed that! When he looked. I am a 45 year old white guy. My wife Kay and I have two k**s, one 19 and the other 18. The 19 year old was away at college over 1,000 miles away. The youngest had graduated high school and was working almost full-time to pay her way to college. She spent most of her time at work or staying over at her girlfriend’s apartment. We never saw her, except when she needed something.My wife's and my love life had been pretty nonexistent for the last 10 years. I led a double life. I preferred men for.