What do you think?”Three-two-one. Wait for it.So predictable. At least he was when he was being played by a loving but teasing master. (Or should I ...ay, mistress.)Hardly was the question of my lips than my beloved husband had bounded over from the edge of the bed where he’d been sitting to wrap his arms around me and start kissing his way up my spine. Each tingling kiss making me shiver as vertebra by vertebrae he worked his way higher. Hands gently teasing and stroking me through the silky. When I climbed onto the bed, her eyes widened. ‘Jesus! You are serious! I can’t believe this is happening.’ Whether she believed it or not, she made sure her dress was well out of the way – and then kissed me hard as I leaned over her and took her with a quick, smooth thrust. ‘Christ, that feels good!’ she moaned. ‘You’re a bastard, Harry. I hope you don’t think I make a habit of fucking two men in quick succession.’ ‘Of course not,’ I said reassuringly. I didn’t really care if it was something. The suds ran down his body, and over his thick shaft, some gathering around the base. Running his hand over his body the last of the suds drained into the tub, and he turned to get the shampoo to scrub his hair. Rinsing off all the suds, he stood there, letting the hot water massage his tense muscles, wakening his body. After a few minutes Niklas turned the water off, grabbed the towel and stepped out of the shower. Dripping onto the bath mat he toweled his hair, and then wrapped it around his. Good boy,’ I said and kissed his forehead. ‘Good boy.’ I hugged him close. Now, as I lay there with my son’s deflating penis still inside me, I started to have all kinds of doubts and fears. The peak emotions had passed and now reality set in. I had sex with my son. I had been persuaded, cajoled, and seduced into having sex with my son. I had to deal with that the rest of my life. And, Danny had to deal with that too. What if he regretted it? What if he pictured it as me having taken advantage.