She reached down and rubbed me through my pants and I had all I could take. I led her out and called a cab. In the cab on the way to the hotel she unz...pped my pants and stroked my cock with her soft hands. I slid my hand up her thigh and was shocked to discover she had removed her panties at some point. I rubbed her pussy and she moaned like a slut. The cabbie pretended not to notice my hand was down the front of her dress pinching her nipples. We got to the hotel I tipped the cabbie big and he. Shaffer had been the first one to sink into the warm, bubbled bath water, and Ada had then come in and settled in their long-established positions, Ada nestled into Shaffer’s lap with his hard cock spearing her ass passage. Vaughn stood, naked, by the tub for several minutes, watching his two favorite people writhing around in the tub and sending waves of soap-iced water sloshing up the sides. Then, he took Ada’s champagne flute from her hands and put it down along with his on the marble top of. I tried to not think about it and focus on getting stuff ready for work and then I took a long shower, shaved everything very well, put some make up on, and wore my favorite panties. It was almost 6 and I was ready; again, I started to think about his big surprise and I got very anxious. I needed a drink, so I went to the cabinet and poured myself and big shot of tequila. It went down like water, not even a lime was needed. Finally Jack arrived and asked me if I was ready. I looked at him. Fessing to it, allowed him to think he was monitoring my sex life, a sex life limited to kissing, excluding "petting" and Vixen's pleasures, lies of omission.I "befriended" him by seeking his advice. In the confessional, I explained I had confusion over how to be a good wife. He loved providing guidance on being married and being a wife even though he never was either. Summed up, his curator's advice was; obey my husband, sex is good if for procreation, never divorce and ensure the children.