It’s the wife, checking in to see how the day went and to catch up. I try to slow my breathing down to have a conversation with her, pulling my fing...r out of my ass creating a feeling of emptiness, then begin to discuss my day with my wife. I fly home the next day, and try to forget about the events that transpired that night. After all, I am a great husband and would never cheat on my wife. (Would I?) A few weeks pass by and I get a text message from her: “I wasn’t kidding I want you, in fact. Once inside take off all your clothes and kneel by the bed facing the door on the pillow I have provided. Put on the blindfold, wait for me with your hands behind your back.'At 4:00 I showered, shaved all my girly bits and applied cherry and vanilla scented lotion, his favorite, before sliding the sundress over my head. It required no bra, but I chose a pair of delicate panties, translucent brown with tiny pink ribbons in honor of the box. I did not know if he would see them, but I wanted to be. My boyfriend, who lived in the next town, came to visit as often as possible. We usually spent our time fucking away like rabbits, morning, day and night. We tried almost everything, every hole, every position. Even a little WS in the bath. At least I THOUGHT we tried almost everything. As it turned out, my boyfriend wanted to take matters a little further and I was drawn into it by accident. A willing victim of my own unbridled lust and readiness to try anythingOskar usually volunteered to do. The room was crowded but all things considered, not that many sex acts were in progress. Most kids were just doing their business.It was pretty strange just walking up to a urinal without opening my fly, and even stranger doing it with girls walking around. I really did need to pee, though, so I just closed my eyes and tried to relax. Nope, nothin' doin'. I also tried thinking about the least sexual things I could imagine: math problems, rotting garbage, poison ivy, stuff like that. Nothing.