I'm not sure if things have gone too far either. We've got a few days to talk it over, but we should finish the weekend out. Let's get in the shower."...The thoughts racing through my head were broken by the welcoming warmth of the shower. It felt good to be in the shower with my wife for the first time in a while. She brought in her electric razor, as I watched her shave herself all over. She then handed it to me. I got done with my pubic area, when she told me: "That's not all, lover. He wants. She teaches art and music currently and has been known to make her own jewelry. She doesn’t have a lot of friends and I can’t remember if she’s ever had a boyfriend since I’ve known her. I don’t think she’s a lesbian, but I’m thinking she’s probably had experiences with that, due to her artsy background. But, again, I thought she was a prude, so maybe that was just my dirty mind playing tricks on me.So, back to the story. I am standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking at one of the. Do you find me atractive. She said yeah do you fancy a fuck. I said where shall we go. She said I don’t no lets go the way you are going. As we walked I was telling her that I’m not a bad man she was telling me how horny she was and how she wants me to ram my cock up her. As we were walking I had my hand down her pants rubbing her ass putting my finger up her hole. Then she said that she once shagged a man up the ass with a strap on. I asked her if she was up for it she said ok then but I don’t. We were not lucky.Becky was on the squat rack, squatting 800 pounds. We filed in with masks on and bats in our hands, but Becky didn’t stop. “ten, eleven, twelve,” she counted, then she re-set the weight and stepped out from under the rack. She was wearing purple track pants and a white t-shirt that was so tight and soaked with sweat that it was basically invisible. She had a purple sportsbra on underneath her shirt, and her purple track jacket sat in the corner near her duffle bag. “What do.