“Come on,” John said, “let’s go see.” He could see our hesitancy and assured us, “if they wanted to be left alone they would have closed t...e door. That’s how it works.” John and Mary walked in first and stood by the shower. My wife and I followed and stood behind them. There was, indeed, a guy getting a blowjob in the shower. I have never seen anyone else have sex, live, in front of me. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t like a movie. It was real. The air felt electric to me. The guy had his pants. When he got back home to her, he was just not able to keep up with her unless he stayed regular with his cock during travel. So he made a point to masturbate when he was away. They would do it together over skype every few days. She saw it as him trying to stay faithful to her and even thanked him for doing it, which helped. After a few months, after a few travels, he finally got comfortable doing it. So whenever they couldn’t connect, he started surfing porn to get in the mood and masturbate. . I wrapped my hand around her tit and slowly lowered my head onto her nipple and circled my tongue around it, feeling it get hard in my mouth. I played with her other nipples as I sucked on the one already in my mouth. She is now starting to calm down, the shaking has subsided. Finally. My hand runs down her stomach, finding its way to her pussy. She was wearing booty shorts with no underwear, so it was not hard to feel the outline of her pussy lips beneath the shorts. She was very wet. I. If I wore some indiscreet underwear, I could theoretically wear it in public, if I was going to an adults only party and I wanted to be the center of attention, but today I was naked because I knew I had all the attention I needed. Because the cloth was liberally cut, most of my body was discernible when I moved, but when I stood still it became tantalizingly shrouded in the exquisite lace fabric. The front piece was cut quite deep and although my cleavage was clearly visible, my breasts were.