We weren't living together, but I could certainly see that possibility in our future.She hurried into the room. Her hair was straggly as if she'd been...sweating. Her normal business clothes were askew as if thrown on quickly. It was unusual to see her on a Monday evening, but even more unusual to see her after work in less than a professional demeanor. I suddenly wondered if she'd been in an accident or attacked. I stood and rushed to her."Are you all right? What happened?" Doc, how much hot. .. but, you know, it can hurt even more the second time, and that’s my turn!’ and she chuckles in pleased anticipation, not realising that – despite, or because, of the fear that flutters in my stomach and makes my knees weak – I am looking forward to our encounter with as strong a burning flame of desire as she is.I know now, with absolute certainty, what I am: a submissive lesbian, a sapphic masochistic slut, a pussy-eater for any dominant dyke that wants to take me – and most especially for. ? When her husband returned, he had her suntan lotion in hand. Gina squealed as he poured the cold oil onto the flat of her stomach. Slowly, Stephen massaged the oil in, covering every bit of her, from head to toes until she glistened like a bronze statue. ?You know, honey, you?re going to have some interesting tan lines,? Stephen pointed out with a smile. Gina laughed through her gag. The last thing Stephen did was put Gina?s straw sunhat on her and placed a pair of. I could see her face and his back. I moved closer to the wall, making it harder for them to see me. I quickly noticed that my wife's body language showed that she was aroused. My first thought was that it was amazing that she would still be that horny after a triple session, like we had just had. My second thought was to wonder why she was that horny in front of another man.A thought came to mind to wonder if this was the guy whose car I had been expecting in front of our house. Maybe it was.