These visits became a staple of our week and he would get to fuck my wife in the evening and either a handjob or fuck on the Thursday morning before I...dropped him home. In fact my wife’s favourite thing for a Thursday morning was while I had my breakfast she and John showered together, facing each other while he fingered her clit, usually bringing her to orgasm, and her stroking his cock until he shot his cum over both their bellies, which she then cleaned up. He was still too shy for me to. Heheard me come in and called out--I pretended like I didn't understandhim and opened the door of the shower--wow! He had this gigantic hard-onand he was soapy all over ..." What did he say to you?" Umm ... nothing. We just stood there sort of dumb like--I was lookingat his prick and he was looking at my titties. Then, I just stepped intothe shower and closed the door." Did he speak then?" Uh huh ... he tried to tell me that we shouldn't shower together--thatmother would raise the roof if she. I’m trying so hard to be fair to you, and I really mean that. I tell them what is real and true. You’ll have to live with that.Peter, I’m not asking the world of you. You have a serious mental problem. I’m asking you to get psychological help, to admit your insecurity as a weakness that has caused this tragedy. That is what it is, a tragedy. If you do what I ask in good faith I WILL return to you. But things will have to be different, for I will not live as I have been living with you any. I was about to cum.“Oh fuck, give it to me,” I cried out loudly.I could only moan loudly to express the sensational feelings that I knew were preliminary stages of my orgasm as they built up inside me. They were soon to be released in a wave of erotic pleasure and a sensation in my clitoris that cannot be described.Then I came.I bucked and bounced and squirmed as she worked feverishly to get me to reach even higher levels of my orgasm. Since I have met Tom and Jan my orgasms have been far more.