The exhibitionist side of me overcame logic and caution, so I enjoyed wearing my garter belt, sheer panties, and Hanes RHT stockings in one of the pub...ic hot spring baths. It took some planning and timing, but it is possible to avoid getting “caught.” So far, so good. I have been doing this for several years and I’ve been almost caught only a couple of times.” As I listened to Erika, I was getting really excited! She now sat next to me on the lobby sofa, so I had a nice view of her thin, white. Bow-legged and stiff-kneed, she hobbled across the carpeted floor of the mansion's guest bedroom and entered the bath. She closed the door behind her and leaning against it saw her reflection in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Her breasts were bruised and swollen; her nipples ached, and glancing down, saw her swollen coital lips. They were inflamed and sore to the touch. Continuing to stare at her reflection, the events of last night slowly filtered through her mind. Now thinking. I had been worried that I wouldn't be able to get it up with Jenny, even before I found out she'd turned into a whore. Now I was positive that my soldier wouldn't be reporting for that duty. I was not, however, prepared to resume a celibate lifestyle. That put me right out there with so many ex-cons. No family, no job, no money, desperately horny, and wondering if I needed to score some Viagra.As I sat there in my chair, I was overwhelmed for the first time by a vision of my sweet wife rutting. "Things were winding down a little from the initial rush of getting everyone settled into our new home. There was still plenty of work, but it was beginning to settle down into a routine. I checked up on Heather at the stables, and found her, dirty, sweaty, and, surprisingly, cheerful."How are you doing, Ms. Billingsley?" I asked."Oh! Mr. Thompson! You startled me!" I'm sorry. I just wanted to check in and see how things are going." No, I'm glad you stopped by. I - well, I really wanted to.