I would never share personal things that anyone shares with me to a living soul. That’s part of my moral code.”I wavered a bit, hugged him a littl... tighter, and then said, “My dad used to lock me in the closet as punishment when I was a kid.”“Shit… Alex…”I wasn’t sure why I told him this, but it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest in a way.“I’m not telling you this for pity or anything. I just want you to understand why I freak out in closed spaces.”“I understand.” He caressed the small. It was dark as could be outside at the windows. T would be impossible to see anything, especially with the reflection of the lights in the room. Then it hit me. Why "hope" that someone comes by? Invite them! So I quickly composed a post to Craigslist inviting any interested Peeping Toms to stop by and wait for the show.Just the thought of showing my wife's naked body to complete strangers was a major turn on. She got out of the shower, and came from the bathroom which is in plain view from the. It was just more jerking around from the quasi-drowning process as far as it was concerned, so the effect was privately mine to enjoy. I myself might have written it off as some kind of near-death response to the quasi-drowning if that was all that had happened. Even so, I can remember feeling vaguely embarrassed at that first orgasm from the being while I was fighting the overpowering urge that I was drowning at the same time.I wasn’t completely devoid of sexual experience. In my 42 years, I’d. Such a quiet and humble guy, at least until you pumped him full of alcohol. My insides were swelling, allowing more of him to enter. My heart raced the more excited I became. “Shit Garret. How much more.” I looked down. “Almost there.” I was beginning to sweat, my arousal was working and paying off. I finally absorbed all of him. He was inside of me, so deep it felt like he was in my gut. I relaxed on top of him, releasing all my weight. Everything he had, all nine or whatever inches, was.