The master bedroom was spacious. At the north end of the bedroom, near the entrance, was the door to the master bathroom and the only walk-in closet. ...wo windows faced out along the west wall, and between them stood a king sized bed. The south wall held a sliding glass door that led to the back porch. In the southwest corner stood Dad’s dresser.I made sure Mom wasn’t coming. More than likely, she was helping Alyssa decorate the tree.The thought of Alyssa made me reach up and touch the key. I. Not having any of those concerns, myself, I figured that she would settle down once she had proof of passing scores in her hand. (not that I was “that” good, simply, I had learned on The Department that worrying about things that I could not change, did not, surprisingly, change them. I had learned to give things my best, and let it ride from there.)We were laying in my bed that morning, pleasantly relaxed, and Kathy was running her fingers idly over my chest. We had had great, loving sex the. But he kept up the massage. Working down my legs again he started to return to my cock and balls more frequently. I was dripping precum by then and he started the final stages of the massage. He took my cock in one hand, the other under my balls and fingering my ass. He stroked me and fingered me till he had three fingers up inside me! I had never been much into anal but this was feeling great! He kept fingering me and bent to the task of making me cum. He sucked me into his mouth and worked my. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and stockings, Katy is reclined on the couch. She may very well be in exactly the same position she was when Peter left. It looks like she hasn't moved. Her cheeks are still red..