Now coming back to the story, it happened in July 2014. Two incidents happened before the real event. Once, when she went to the bathroom I decided to...peek through the holes as usual but as to my surprise I was delighted to find out that didi was standing in front of the door facing towards the mirror and surprisingly had her leg over the slab. I thought for a moment that she is looking at her knee or her nails but surprisingly, she started rubbing between her thighs and was moaning a little. I. I didn't want to have to explain that yet."Becky, it's okay. I can last another day alone. It's not as if we have never been apart."I could hear a soft sob from her end of the line. I felt like a heel and a shit all in one. I had in all our marriage never failed to give into Becky when it came to matters of the two of us. I think she was just feeling guilty and I was getting a sick sense of satisfaction from having the ability to twist the pain around toward her, for now. I hope that it doesn't. My first night at her place we couldn't contain ourselves. We lay in her bed holding each other, so happy to finally be together. We kissed deeply, with my harder than ever dick pressing into her through my pants. I felt her breasts, and she reached down to rub my dick. I slid my fingers down to her basketball shorts. She instantly pulled them down and thrust my fingers inside of her. She had pulled my cock out and was rubbing it, which felt so good. We took off our clothes, and she lay on her. ”We both began to giggle as he pumped a few more jets onto my face before slowly wiping it around my smiling visage. I took it back into my mouth and drained him completely, and as a sign it was over, slurped it down my throat.“That one-on-one will have to wait,” I said to him as I climbed off the bed, and he fell down onto it.“I can share,” he smiled and rubbed his cock, “Plenty more lead in this pencil.”“I’m showering again, alone this time,” I said to him. “No worries,” he said and rolled.