After a day of walking around the river walking and going to nice places to eat, we returned to the room for some late afternoon play time. I went do...n on my wife eating her sweet and wet pussy until she came. Afterward we both fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the door closing and Suzan was entering the room. Seeing the confusion on my face Suzan explained that Rosa hadn’t left any towels during her earlier visit. I clued in as I saw the towels in her hand. I just sat back and. Before she walked out the door of their apartment, she'd told her husband that she was meeting with friends and would not be back home until the next day. A lie, her conscience told her, you told him a lie. She'd been a virgin when she met her husband at nineteen-years-old. He'd first made love to her on the floor of an unlocked, abandoned apartment in his building. Ever since then, he'd been the only one. She never had the chance to explore the wild side she didn't know she had. She thought. "The best thing to do is to stick as close to the truth as possible," she said. "Tell Tina that we met when you'd made a phone call, expecting to talk to someone else and ended up talking with me instead. We hit it off, but we don't date, since I'm gay." Huh." Well, it was true enough. I certainly hadn't expected whoever I talked to that night to actually give a damn about me."Then," she said, "if it's appropriate later, you can tell her who you were trying to call. But she may not want to. I do it all.”He seriously nodded his head. “OK, good, but what’s the deal with the fucking? I mean I can see the point of fucking the other guy, but what’s the point of getting it in the ass? How’s that feel good?”I shrugged, “Well, in a way it does, just having something in there feels good, and then when it’s a cock it somehow feels better, and when that cock is fucking you it can drive you up the wall. It can depend on whose cock it is and how he does it, too. And part of it is mental, just.