(That's not to say she's a prude - lock the bedroom door, close the blinds, and she's everything you could ask for in a wife and a lover.) So when my ...riends made cracks about us skinny dipping in the hot tub it pissed me off, because I knew it wasn't EVER gonna happen. Must be why I spend so much time reading erotic stories on the Web - to live vicariously through all the people who seem to do stuff that exists, in my life, only in the realm of imagination.One Friday night after the kids went. I am his woman, his bitch, and god does he treat me like it at times like this.I reach my right arm down towards my clit and massage it lightly in passing. I feel his heavy weight and furry balls slap against my hand and I spread my fingers wide, wanting to catch a feel of his soaked shaft and the knot that is growing there. On his next thrust, I feel it, and my fingers wrap around it slightly as he forces it inside of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck – it’s huge.I feel my lips spread wide to accommodate. "We'll skip over how I'd feel if you were doing something like that." She headed upstairs to get dressed, and Devlin returned to her essay. She was thinking of another essay, one she planned to write tonight about what else she liked to do. After all, nothing was said about turning in just one essay.When Devlin got over to Sue's the woman was busy loading the washing machine. One thing about babies, they needed an endless supply of clean diapers. Devlin took over the loading while Sue sorted. “No! No! I didn’t see anything. I swear!” I said back.He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. His girlfriend still naked stood their and said, “Who is she?”“It is our cleaning lady! She was getting off in the hallway as we fucked!” the boyfriend said.“No! No! This is a big misunderstanding!” I cried out.“There is no misunderstanding!” the boyfriend said to me as he slid his hand down into my sweats.“Why is your pussy so wet then?” he said to me.I couldn’t answer him as my pussy was.