" And you don't mind?" Actually, I want you to. I want you to show her what we have and to never to settle for anything less. And, well, I have to be ...onest, here, the whole idea turns me on. I'm so wet right now I should change panties." Why not just take them off?" I asked being the salacious husband."Maybe I will. Well, what's your answer? Are you going to give some real, live sex-ed to Allison? It's what she wants."Now before you think that I have the kind of wife that is kinky and into all. Muriel joined me each morning in our large glassed shower where she would soap and massage my body, and I would assist her by helping her shave. The shower has numerous heads some at ridiculously pleasurable heights. Generally I would have her sit on the seat built into the shower stall, and I would be on my knees to assist her shaving. This usually lead to me exploring her folds with my mouth as the flowing water rinsed away the soap and stubble. Muriel would reward me by drying me off with. A little groping at the breasts, at a dance or something,but never there, her most private place. Then Gwenneth did something she had been doing, on and off,since she was about thirteen. With one scarf, she tied her leftankle to the left bedpost, and, stretching to do so, she used theother scarf to tie her right ankle to the right bedpost. Whenshe lay back, her straightened legs formed a wide vee. This ischildish, she thought to herself, but only briefly, for this washer way of turning. Taking the bottle, I cover my breasts with more soap. I rub myself along his back, moving toward his butt and back up. I then take the loofa sponge and wash his arms, legs and feet.“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs, Bruce.” Looking at Pam, “You did say, get him squeaky clean.”She nods her head yes and watches as I slip a soapy finger slowly in his anus as my other hand slides the sponge over his ass crack.‘Oh God, Connie.” Bruce moans out.When I finish, I stand, turn off the.