I felt guilty, yet relieved that he agreed. Sitting next to this man, naked, holding his hand, had me aroused. I wanted him to fuck me. Getting pre...nant was in danger of coming in second place. “Just do what you feel is right,” I said softly, standing up and pulling him to his feet. My body had no intention of giving my brain time to think. “I promise you won’t get anything wrong.” I felt something warm dribble down the inside of my thigh. It may have been the excess of semen inside me,. She just pulls up her coat revealing her naked skin from her legs to her back, bending her curvy ass in a hot and voluptuous way.I start talking to her, putting my arm over her hip and touching her naked breast with my other hand. I know it was a pleasure for her to be touched in this way and that her husband like it too.He just said that we had an appointment to a swingers club in town and that he wants to see her being fucked by 23 men. I just don't say nothing, thinking to myself that it was. .." She came in, bringing a small wicker stool that she set down next to the tub."Yes, I am, and it feels so good...I think it has been three years since I last actually took a bath."She sat down on the stool, wrapping her robe around her legs, and handed me the whiskey in a heavy glass tumbler. She had one for herself too. We 'clinked' glasses and each took a slug. The fire raced down my gullet and instantly warmed my stomach. The water, the whiskey, and just being finally home seemed to be. Our conversations got me to the point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the word. The time had come to take the words to actions, and I was more than ready for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and come Vanity 6 style: teddy, garter, thigh highs, heels, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent.