This took place back in the late 1970s when my wife at that time, we're now long divorced, and I were very horny young adults. We both had strong exhi...itionist tendencies and, even though we had young k**s at home, we managed to do a lot of playing at night after the k**s were in bed upstairs.We liked to have sex down stairs, both in the living room with its big picture window, (the curtains open – of course), and in the dining room with its big sliding door that opened into our back yard. I always went into the shower after Tina. She would always leave her underwear in the bathroom after her shower. I would take her briefs or thong and I would smell her scent on them. They were always damp, sometimes soaking wet. I fantasized about her getting turned on, knowing that her skimpy underwear was so turning me on. I would fantasize about her masturbating in the shower and having to keep her moans and groans in check so that no one would hear her. I would never lock the bathroom door. As we got into the room it suddenly started to feel real, by now I was feeling very nervous and my legs were like jelly, Ray and I alone knew the sentence and I was now terrified just as he wanted me. I could see Andy just stood there looking dumbstruck, as my Master placed a chair in the middle of the room ordering me to stand against the back of it and bend over, and grab hold of the front legs; luckily I didn’t need to remove any clothes as my now shaking fingers would have needed help. I. It was a little after midnight and I went into the house expecting everyone to be asleep. As I walked down the hall I saw a light coming from my parents bedroom which was strange for that time of night. I was about to go in and see if everything was all right when I heard mom moaning. I looked through the half open door and dad was fucking mom. They were in their late 40's at the time and I had never thought of them as sexual. I watched and my cock grew insistent that it was too confined. .