...The question is whose cum was it that had leaked from my wife's pussy into these lacey panties? In my dream she was in the shower, I started imagin...ng that she was in there washing her pussy clean from the fucking she had just had...who was he? How did she meet him? Where did they go? Has she done it before? Sniffing and licking her panties again...I startled from my sleep so aroused, more aroused than I could remember. My heart was racing my cock rock hard. I had to reach down and check I. I drove home and when I arrived, I jumped into the shower right away being so filthy. Being aroused by Marcy’s naked body I jacked off in the shower. That night as I relaxed at my house watching television all I could think about was Marcy. It was almost like she left the door to her bedroom cracked open on purpose. The next week at work went by pretty fast and soon it was Saturday again. That Saturday afternoon I was cutting Marcy’s grass again and she like usual was working in her flower. ‘I’m not sure how long we will be down here. I want you to get the pair of shoes Laura wants. Just encase she shows up while we are down here. You can walk to get the shoes.’As she begins to walk off, he smacks her on the ass. She goes to her closet and he can hear her rummaging through her shoes.‘Sounds as if you have to many pairs of shoes?’She pops her head out of the closet, looks at him, and shakes her head no. She fines the shoes and carries them back to him. He takes them from her,. ”“Thanks,” I said. “I think I’m gonna go. I want to put ice on my hands for a while before bed.”“Do they hurt?” she asked.“A bit. They’ll be swollen tomorrow though, so I want to do a little to ease the swelling tonight.”We said goodnight and I went to get ice. I filled the bucket up with water to the top of the ice and stood at the sink for twenty minutes with my hands plunged into the ice, grateful for the cold. I dried off my hands and crawled into bed, hoping that they wouldn’t be too stiff.