I followed him out and he picked up a towel and started drying me, first my upper body spending more time on my boobs squeezing them through the towel...and mushing them together, then moved down to my butt and then between my legs. He knew how sensitive my vagina was, especially now after a forced orgasm, so he took his time whipping the water off and rubbing it some more. He went down on my shapely legs and all the way to my toes, wiping them each one at a time. Having enough fun, he then had. As I fucked my wife, Cheryl, our skin slapping in our throes of passion, I was getting closer to a climax, hoping she was too. Her pussy was really slick and lubed, and she was groaning with pleasure as we fucked.I reached behind me and pulled the big, black dildo from under the coverlet at the end of the bed. I watched her sexy black nylon covered legs flailing up and down, my hand holding her down slightly as we moved in unison.With the sixties rock music playing, I hoped she had not heard. "In two minutes we were in the shower together, enjoying, as she'd said, the unlimited hot water, and the room to soap each other up with loving enthusiasm, followed by rinsing with equal enjoyment. We toweled off and she started drying her hair while I shaved. I finished shaving and took over brushing duties to finish our ritual and then I scooped her up as she giggled, and carried her to the bed, lowering her into the center of it, then putting my face in the center of her."Mmmmmmm, Dan...". They were just as sensitive, he thought, but being bigger they were easier to nurse on, something he knew his wife adored. He had lain between her thighs, thrusting slowly in and out, feeling her hips curl up to match his, the two of them kissing passionately. He had known the joy of being with, inside, a woman he truly loved and who truly loved him. But it had hurt because it wasn’t the woman he really and truly wanted to be with, the woman who he loved more than any other in the world, the.