“If I keep going, I’ll finish,” he said. “Then I’ll go soft.”“No, no, no!” she gasped. “You have to stay hard.”“Then I can’t m...ve,” he panted. “Not in and out.”“Crap,” she groaned. “I was almost there.”“I can go some more when I calm down.”“Ooooo,” she moaned. “I want to cum so bad.”“You’ll get to cum,” he said.“At least push,” she whined. “You’re deeper than before. It feels like you’re hitting a button connected to my orgasm maker.”“You mean this?” he asked, nudging the tip of his penis. I could feel his heart beat faster and faster. As I rubbed his cock through his jeans, I was thinking about how and when he and my husband had planned this without me knowing. The excitement was almost overwhelming. I wondered how he put him up to this and where my husband was watching from. I thought, he is either hiding somewhere down here in the basement with a video camera or he is on his way down here as we had contractors working upstairs. Not knowing what the plan was made me nervous,. Eventually I had to put my head back on the pillow to give my neck a rest. When I looked back up, she was gone. I lay there wondering what was next when a barely audible mumbling drifted in from down the hall somewhere. It sounded like she was calling someone. The mumbling lasted a minute or so and then she was back. “Still here?” she teased. Then, “Oh I guess you can’t really go anywhere can you?” she laughed. My eyes followed her as she moved to the bedside table on my right. I watched her. “I’m just going to lay here, get myself a suntan, and be with my thoughts I guess.” With that she unwrapped the towel around her and upon doing so he saw her in one of her fantastic looking bikinis. Her bosoms gobbled up his line of sight. His eyes were all over them as she prepared to lay down. However, she didn’t. She sat upright for a few minutes allowing him a chance to feast on her upper body and its residual gems and other striking trinkets which men truly love feasting their eyes on..