Tadeusz was sitting in a lounge chair with his shorts around his ankles and Anita was naked, straddling his lap and rocking her hips slowly. I knew th...y were fucking, because Ana this same morning had told me she was in the mood for enjoying a black cock…I went to the garage, to wash our car. That took me half an hour so I figured they would be finished. So, I looked out the kitchen window again. My sensual Anita was bent over the wooden picnic table and Tadeusz was holding her hips as he. With two small balloons in hand, she darted across the hall in three quick steps and quietly closed the bathroom door. Inside, she filled the balloons with warm water until they were about the size of eggs before tying knots in the ends of them. When she was done, she crept to the door and eased it open, peeping out again to see if anyone was there or could see her. Again, no one was to be seen aside from the top of Randall’s head in the distant living room. She scurried across to her room. I can see to my knees in the mirror. You stand behind me, in a white shirt. Collar open, and sleeves rolled up twice to your forearm. Dark blue pants. You look crisp for someone who worked all day long. Save for your hair, and your face. It's tired. But your eyes are still sharp, not moving and so are your lips. I watch you, torn with where exactly to focus. I want not to look away from your face, because I wish to catch you give away something, anything. But then, your left hand drop to my. I felt so many emotions, I was excited, I was scared, nervous, and afraid of what my wife would do so I headed back in and he walked off without saying a word to me. He walked down the beach about 75 feet and began studying his cell phone. As I looked past him I saw the dolphins. I’ll be damned he was right. I spent a while playing out all kinds of scenarios of what I would say when he came back never noticing that the tide came up and in one rush wet our blanket. It went up to my wife’s hips.