It was hard to watch your wife struggling to achieve a much needed orgasm, and being left wanting. Again he left as soon as he was done. (This wil... not do) We had known he had to go interstate for a month or more, which gave us time to come to terms with all of this. I did find it difficult trying to get my head around seeing my wife enjoy another man. I was torn between excitement and jealously. She was craving his return, she plays a game with me about not wanting all of this and. . I need to. Please!" she pleaded."Well let's see if you are wet enough yet," I said. I plunged my hand down under her panties and into her hole in one swift sudden motion."Oh my God! Oh MASTER!" she cried out. She stiffened up and her hands gripped the sides of her chair as she tossed her head back. My fingers churned inside her for a moment before coming back out."You call this wet? Hell, my fingers aren't even damp! I think you need some of that motivation I spoke of last time you were here!. We pulled in front of his house and I grabbed my bag out of my trunk with my things. We walked inside and and he immediately directed me to his master bedroom and bath and simply said “go ahead”.I went upstairs, my heart racing as I glanced at the photos on the wall of John and his wife - a tallish Asian woman mid to late 40s, a bit conservative, but pretty none the less. I figured I should do my nails first, so I poked around a bit and found a drawer filled with 15-20 bottle of polish. I. “This is perfectly decent.” She looked down at her pert cleavage, the bare skin between the toggles, her taut teen tummy and the expanse of leg.“It would be nice looking at houses?” said Faye, surprising me.“Okay,” I agreed. It would be interesting it was true, and somewhere that didn’t have a streetful of neighbours observing the teen comings and goings was looking more and more vital for my career prospects. Also I could see that it would be good for Faye to be involved in choosing a new home.