I couldn’t see anyone but I could hear the shower at the very end in the cubicles running. That must be where these two guys were.I walked down to ...he last shower nozzle and turned it on. I turned around and had a view into the last cubicle. There was the lifeguard on his knees sucking off the swimmer. To be honest, they had stopped because I had surprised them but I smiled, gave them a nod of approval, and started rubbing my cock through the red lycra material of my speedo. The lifeguard. I hurried off to the shower block, the soap smelled nicer in there. The shower block was right at the end of the yard it was forever one to use, but I definitely hadn’t or wouldn’t by choice want to use it. The lights were off except for a few side lights so I scuttled in and started washing the grease off yucky stuff. After 10 mins I heard a door open and some whistling. I ignoring it I dried my hands, then saw in the mirror Lee. He had his shirt off and began running the water in the. His answer did not reassure me. It did just the opposite. Whatever was bothering him was serious.That night I took my husband to bed and made love to him hoping this would ameliorate the problem. It did zilch. I think for the first time in our marriage, I felt no love flowing toward me during the act. It was as if he were someplace else.I went to sleep puzzled and unsatisfied. I awoke the next morning with a clear head and a terrible thought, "Is he having an affair?"No, that seemed an. It was clear enough to see that Dan had raised his hand to his face. He smelled his hand. No, that was not it. He smelled me on his fingers. The arm around my shoulder dropped away. I expected to feel a hand on my ass, but that did not happen. Instead, two hands held mine. We were nearly shaking hands. This was not typical. He guided me, at least my right hand. Dan had me flatten my hand and then he put my hand down his pants. I felt the waistband on his suit and then the fleshy warmth of his.