. and then the embarrassing realisation of what I'vedone..."What do we have here!" comes a voice behind me and I turn, panties stillround my ankles, l...mp cock in hand. The dark haired supervisor is behindme and she looks pissed...I murmur helplessly into the gag, but she ignores me and holds out herhand. "Panties off right now!"Trembling, I carefully step out of the panties and hold them out to her,and she accepts them, holding them between to exquisitely manicuredfingers."Clean that 'thing'. She eventually climbed onto the bed where he positioned himself between her open thighs, slid his cock into the wet open pussy. She held her legs high and open so she could feel his deep strokes. As they were fucking Martin asked if they should close the blinds, and K said she hoped I would be home soon and I could watch, the thought of that she exploded into her third orgasm. K said she had her first orgasm as soon as Martin entered her and they started fucking. The thought of a new lover, in. I evaded discussions and additional action with Wifey. I mowed the lawn and completed a big “honey” list on Saturday. Peace in the house was restored. I was allowed hugs and peace in bed again. Remember I said peace, not piece.Sunday should have been restful. No such luck. It was her mother’s birthday, meaning a trip across town. On Sunday night I usually arranged the schedules—ball games, PTA meetings, whatever for the week. Something felt weird. Got up twice and looked out the front window.. " I do think we need to change to match your hair now.? Leave it to me,and I'll set you up.? You still like the hair color?? I think it matchesyour eyes.? What color was your hair when you were young?"From somewhere deep inside, his brain answered as if on autopilot, "Mymother said it was almost orange when I was born."? He seemed incapableof answering more than the last question posed to him.? And her end ofthe conversation left little room for input."Here, I'm going to put this warm towel on.