She loaded it with six quart jars, pausing in the process to check the first pressure cooker. She put the lid on the second pressure cooker checking t...at it was at the fifteen psi pressure setting.Glancing over at the first pressure cooker, she noticed that it had just come up to pressure. She set the timer for twenty-five minutes. She glanced over at the table and noticed that everyone was watching her. She smiled at them and turned back to work.There was one more pressure cooker to load with. ‘Do you like the idea of him wanking over the thought of fucking me? Do you like the idea that in the hotel is a man that wants to fuck your wife and is spurting his stuff out right now imagining me in his arms.’And my husband almost imperceptibly said he loved the idea. The very thought of men lusting over me was clearly a mega turn on for him, and without realising what was happening, I had started leaking juice form between my own legs. I was hot.Oh my, what now? Dare I go a touch. I thought to myself, ‘If six inches was this wonderful, then a full ten inches would be heavenly.’ I strained to remove those grave thoughts from my mind because I loved him and his cock was all I needed and it was enough for me (no matter how small it was in the grand scheme of cocks).Few days went by and it was safe to say those thoughts of bigger dicks were out of my mind. The sex was back to being great and I was satisfied once again. That was until one day I saw a message saying, “I miss. You’re wild girl,” Mark said with the shake of his head. With that, he laid back on the sofa, adjusting himself in his boxers as he did so.“Don’t do that,” I said, my eyes catching his and then looking down at his hand resting on the bulge in his pants. His eyes returned to the television but mine stayed focused on him. Analyzing him. His short stocky muscles. His thick red lips. He adjusted himself again. This time he shot me a look from his sultry eyes, licking his lips in the process..