By the time John emerged, now dressedfor the day, having changed from his cotton pyjamas and robe, the coffeewas ready and he sat at the table drinkin... his first cup while I stoodby the stove to turn the bacon. Then I served our plates and sat down atthe table across from him.I finished first and would have gotten up at once to put away thebedding from his cot and to make my own bed, but he insisted, or ratherasked, that I sit longer and relax over a second cup of coffee. Stillfighting that. My cock was nearly totally hard, pointing up to the left like someone had slipped a curved cigar in my pants."They look great on you. I really like how they fit," she said, all the while looking at my butt and my bulge as I turned around. I ran my hands up and down my hips, looking down at them in the mirror."Not too tight?" I asked.She said they were not and asked if I wanted to try on a similar pair with a lighter, stretchier fabric.I told her that I would.She went to get them, but I stayed. Trying to focus, but suddenly I was far beyond anything I had any control over. My pussy spiked to a level, I never knew existed, causing me to whimper, my hips now rocking, my toes curling up, eyes had floated up in my head, breathing was no longer panting but struggling to even breathe. He was watching me closely, sinking his finger inside me, my pussy spiked again - now way beyond anything I can even describe. Pumping his finger in and out of me, my hips trying to fuck his finger, but not. I also mentioned that maybe, if things worked out, sometime in the future he could subject me to some mild humiliation. Say things like "your wife seems to like my big dick", mind fucking things of that sort. I also took a big chance and told him that my ultimate thrill was to be on the bottom of a 69 with my wife while he pounded her from behind and I licked her clit (and a bit of his shaft). Well the big day finally came and Jack came to our house. We loosened up with drinks and few hands of.