" Yes he was. I thought it would be good to expose him to Steve. He wasbeginning to ask too many questions about my dinners and... stuff withSteve so ... wanted to put him in his place again." What do you mean again?" Did I say again?" Yes Mother you did now tell me the whole story and stop pretending likeI don't know what you said." OK, OK, well when Steve and I were dating and I met your father I neverstopped seeing Steve. Every Friday like clockwork we went out and thenback to Steve's place. "Oh god. It would feel so good to have him play with my cunt." I'd never heard her use the word "cunt" before. I watched with my eyes opened wide as she continued to masturbate before me."You're watching as he takes me. He fucks me, hard. Pounding his big cock into my cunt," she almost screamed the last as she came on her thrusting hand.I was fully hard again and wanted to fuck her. Oh how I wanted to fuck my wife at that moment. It was as if the mystery man was there in the room with us.As I. It gently lifts my balls as though feeling the weight and a finger slides behind between my legs and then slowly the hand moves back to my cock to stroke the length. The pressure is just right, not too hard but just enough to move the skin and excite the nerves. I can’t take much more of this and my cock is already throbbing with impending climax. I can’t stop it even if I want to (do I want to?) as there is a point beyond which no man wants to go back. I close my eyes as the sweat runs off me. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Melissa rushed in closing the door behind her and locking it.“Oh, God, thank you so much.”There were tears running down her face and her makeup was a total mess. Her clothes were a mess as well. Then she turned and saw me.“Oh. I didn’t… realize.”She stopped crying and slowly walked over to me. She reached out and touched my face.“Casey? You are Casey aren’t you?”I started to cry and she looked distraught.“Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I never meant.