I was between boyfriends, but really hadn’t had much luck in that department. I was pretty, not gorgeous, with a medium chest. Shoulder length black...hair, hazel eyes, and I stood about 5’6”. Obviously, I was in terrific shape. No one, and I do mean no one, knew of my perverted little fantasies. I squirmed anew against my bonds, naked under a silk sheet, the fabric brushing my erect nipples and teasing me even more. This was going to be great. I had just settled into another fantasy as I heard. She should be angry with me. Or disgusted. Both. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her but I was afraid. Would she ever want me to touch her again after finding out how fucked up I was? Her own goddamned brother just told her he was in love with her. I felt like the world was caving in around me."Look, I know I'm fucked up but I'll fix this, I swear. I'll move out and get my shit together. I'm gonna see a shrink or something. Get myself sorted out." No!" She nearly screamed it at me. His cock was very wet with her juices. Large patches of white foamy pussy cream streaked his entire cock. When I turned and looked at him I noticed a different kind of lustful look in his eyes that I have never seen before. I felt by his expression that his lust for my wife may be too much for her to handle. This was evident by the amount of precum that was leaking from the head of his penis. Almost without thinking, I moved to lap up the precum puddling in her bellybutton. It was if I was on. He had requested that, upon seeing him the first time, I be wearing nothing but a long jacket. Underneath it, I was completely bare. I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the smooth fabric inside the jacket.The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. It was not overly large or small, but seemed to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood perfectly. My thighs were wet with my juices because I could not rid myself of the excitement I was.