Well as luck would have it, the teary eye chick flick that she wanted to watch was sold out. My mind was split, it was jumping for joy that I didn’t...have to sit on my rear in the most uncomfortable seats known to mankind. Yet it was very nervous cause if we were not sitting someplace where we had to be quiet, then Porky Pig would make an unwanted entrance, and that would be all folks, if you catch my drift. What she said next dropped me to the floor like a ten-pound sack of potatoes. She said. “I’ll shout you in a moment then” she said and disappeared round the door.I stood outside for about 2 minutes before she called me in, she was in the bath and had lots of bubbles; she had also covered her chest with them to my disappointment. She handed me a sponge and told me to rub her back with it.I knelt beside the tub, dipped the sponge in the water near her knees and squeezed the water out over her back.“mmmmmmm” she mumbled as the hot water glided down her smooth tanned skin.I did this 3. Disappointed, but not wanting to be too obvious about it, I stood up and said "Well, I guess I'll take a shower." She responded with a sleepy "uh huh."Disappointed? Hell, I was just short of furious! I went in the bathroom and took a quick shower, cursing myself and, if I'm going to be honest, Gwen the whole time. I finished, put my night clothes back on, and went back into the living room. Gwen was in the kitchen, struggling to open the door to let the dogs out. They were excited and jumping. My legs straightened and began tightening. It was like having the Hulk power-fucking me during a rampage. I used both hands to keep my mouth shut, but my body was building an overwhelming geyser of pleasure. I knew he would make me squirt again; I could feel it.I could also feel my head rushing. I tried imagining my husband’s body ravaging my own. The groans he made drove me insane. My stomach knotted and tightened. I struggled to keep my hands over my mouth.He lifted my hips higher. I dangled.