I pulled up to my driveway and noticed that the lights were all dimmed in the house , after parking the car we had to walk around as the pathway was f...ooded ,myself and Bob got soaking wet , I reached the front door and pressed the bell my wife Gwen came to the door with just her apron with nothing under ,I was surprised as she stood there smiling at both of us ,we were wet and wanted to change into something warm, Gwen looked at Bob and smiled turning revealing her beautiful naked arse as she. She walked at a slow,determined pace – knowing what she wanted and yetwillingly taking just a sweet while longer beforereaching it. The rain didn’t really matter to her as itran down her coat and shin-length chigos. Water was anelement that came to her naturally. Became her, somemight say. It certainly made the genuine cotton garmentfit her trim body in a manner which brought the bestout of it. A marvel of a lady on the better side of hertwentieth year.A few onlookers whistled at. My hand instinctively began to rub his dick outside of his pants. His cock was hard and I could tell he wasn’t small. That cued him to stick his hand down my pants and rub my clit. I moaned, “Oh that feel’s good!” and bit his lip. “You’re so wet!” He responded. We were definitely going to fuck but would this be the only time?I was getting close to cumming with his fingers rubbing my pussy. I grew hornier by the minute and needed to see his dick. I slid off the bed, on my knees, and pulled his. Not kidding. What does she want? Bikini groom. Ok. Be there at 12:30. My favorite customer. Mrs. Richards. THE bitch. Rich uppity one. Demanding. Talked down to me a lot. Extremely good looking and built. Upper 30's, nice ass, long legs, champagne glass tits. But what an attitude. Wife of a wealthy businessman. I wish I could call in and quit rather than deal with her. But, that was not an option. I got myself together. Showered and shaved. Tried to psyche myself up. A little mental game of.