As the mistress continued..."Baby?"John heard Tiffany's voice behind him. He took his hand from his crotch, but the startling caused his erection to g... overboard and he felt himself ejaculate into his wife's underwear. He scrambled to close the video, but Tiffany stopped him, taking over control of the mouse."Wait a second." She said, pausing the video. John, ashamed and lap full of cum, looked toward his wife. "Why are you masturbating in my panties? And what is this video?" Tiffany asked,. "Suddenly she pushed the frying pan to the back of the cooker and turned round into my arms."It was brilliant Tommy, absolutely brilliant," then she giggled. "But do you know what I did this morning as soon as I woke up?" What?" I checked to see if it was still there under my pillow." Aw, mum." Silly isn't it?" Habit mum, but you'll get out of it ok, I'll see to that." I know you will, darling."We sat opposite each other and ate our breakfasts in silence until I said, "You've lost a lot of. It was hard to tell how form-fitting they were but they ended in a pair of dark brown boots that came to just below her knees. He almost smiled. He liked boots. She wore a navy blue sweatshirt, very loose, with the sleeves pushed up to above her elbows. Her hair was pulled back, held in place by a dark blue scarf that went across her forehead and under her hair at the sides. Make up was minimally applied. He could see, as she used the laptop, that there was no ring on her left hand. Not married. . not real, but sexy and powerful. Like, I don't really want a horse's dick, but I like the thought of it... it gets me wet. Does the thought of you doin' it to that girl's behind get you wet... uh, hard?"Answering with an exaggerated gesture, I "adjusted" my cock in my riding shorts and smiled. Jean and I had come out of the closet with each other... admitted our fascination with sexual things, our masturbation, peeing fantasies and anal eroticism. But we'd never actually "done it." We'd not.