Up until that day, I had always been modest around Kimberly. She had never seen me naked, or even in just my boxers. So walking into the hallway with ...ust a towel around my waist was a big step. I walked past her room. Her door was opened. She was laying on her bed doing homework. “Studying?” I asked as I stepped to her door. “Yes, sir,” she replied, “I have a quiz tomorrow. Do you need anything, Daddy?”I smiled, she was so beautiful laying in only her thong, her toned legs parted and the silky. I entered the room and waited. I was a little early so I knew you would not be there just yet. I prepared a blanket in the middle of the floor and lit some candles. I spread some pillows out on the blanket and opened a bottle of wine for us to share. I had also brought some sandwiches and strawberries in case we got hungry. For now I was way to nervous to eat. I heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. Of course there you were standing there with a sweet smile upon that sexy face. I. It was intimate and personal – yet also public and strangely erotic. I got there a little early and sat at the end of the bar. I was anxious – it had been awhile since we’d last seen each other. I was dressed to impress. Impress you, that is. Black fishnets – crotchless of course. Black shelf bra – leaving my nipples straining out the top. High, black boots. A black dress with a long zipper. I ordered a white wine and patiently waited. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I started to take a. As is the case, my husband, true to form, fell into a sex induced slumber, and I lay sweating, listening though the thin wall as his friend jacked-off to our endeavours, my husbands gentle snoring patterns, making him aware of our aloneness together, my occasional coughing alerting him to my close proximity and listening to the noises emanating from his bed, his masturbating noisy enough, possibly for my attention, now he knew there was more to my sugar and spice daily facade, my fucking made.