“Is it? It doesn’t feel burned.”She followed me to the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. Unconsciously, she rubbed under one boob. “...ant me to put some aloe vera on it?”When I looked at her, she grinned at me. “It helped my sunburn.”I turned the shower on. “Thanks, but no need.”“You sure? You might like it. I might, too.”I laughed, dropped the swim suit into the sink and stepped into the shower. The water was cool everywhere except my ass. There, it felt hot. I guess my ass was. He took my hand and placed it on his penis, and took my other hand and placed it on his bare chest.I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked it in an up and down motion.He moaned against my lips as I did this."Faster" he said when our lips weren't touching. My hand moved faster around his dick as he continued kiss me, moaning every few seconds.He put his hands in my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my neck."Get on your knees" he said.Knowong what he wanted me to do, I kneeled down. I put on a pair of shorts over my hose and a t-shirt and headed down to the kitchen just in time to see her pull out of the drive. Next stop was the laundry room to see what I was in for. Not bad, only a few loads of her school clothes. The t-shirt and shorts were promptly swapped for a jean skirt and a cashmere top that were near the top of the hamper, and I wandered my way into her bedroom once the first load was under way.The next selection was a pair of 3 inch, blocky Mary Jane’s that she. But I couldn't condemn it. I found the whole idea hugely exciting. In fact, though my wife didn't know this, I had frequently masturbated, late at night, after my wife and gone to her separate bedroom, to the whole idea of that young, handsome black guy fucking that young white girl across the street (and with her own husband's apparent complicity)!In fact, I found the idea of my own wife being fucked by that same young black guy hugely erotic! I often stayed up quite late watching on-line porn.