She walked to the wall and started looking at a painting of a naked woman. "Sid, this is a great work of art, why isn't she clothed?" I went behind he..., just an inch away from her ass and whispered into her ear, "I had to undress her first, to begin the painting." She turned back abruptly and her cheeks brushed my chin. I kissed her on the lips. She slapped me, "I am a married woman, Sid. Just because I came to your condo, it doesn't make me your slut." I simply smiled and muttered to myself,. The unexpected had happenedto me, however- I now began seeing my husband more as my wife. "John" wasno longer suitable during these times, and after much consideration, Idecided to rename John to be Joanna. The name was suitable for so manyreasons. It was classic and girly, sophisticated yet innocent, andeasily shortenable to Jo- just as I could shorten John to Jo. This wouldenable me to privately remind him of the girl she was without arousingsuspicion from those in the vicinity.As I grew. She feels damned good up against me. I kiss her softly and think about how good she is for me. She is sexy as sin. She is a pleasure to be around. I am starting to feel about her like I have never felt about any other woman. I consider my options while she fondles my once again hardening cock. I pull her up on top of me and kiss her passionately. She returns my kiss with an equal passion. She snuggles on my chest as the water swirls around us. I have her move over to the opposite corner. I. ‘Yes… fuck, yes…’ Teetering on the edge, she felt his tongue go flat. God, she loved this moment. He knew just how to play her and he was so in control. She gripped his ponytail again with one hand, tighter this time, and whimpered like an animal on heat. He lapped over her swollen button again and again and she couldn’t take it any longer. The foot around his neck pressed down to drag his head even closer. One clawing hand gripped the sheets and the other held his hair, keeping him there. .