My wife's face was flushed, and one of the straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulder. To my sober eyes, it seemed as though the hem of her baby ...oll was worked a little too far up her smooth thigh and unusually bunched around her crotch. I stood in the doorway absorbing the moment. Eric, and my wife stared blankly at me, their eyes a little glazed from the gin they had consumed, as the silence began to consume us."Darling, you're home! Well don't just stand there, come and have a drink. Never say never. Patricia had worked for me for almost two years. A very attractive woman in her late forties, who took great pride in her appearance, and obviously went to the gym a few times each week. Our relationship was always friendly and we enjoyed friendly banter, but I was careful to never cross the line. I don't think she ever caught me checking out her perfect ass, when she bent over or reached to get something off a high shelf. I made sure that if I was standing over her desk, that. She knew Paul was holding the soaked proof of her arousal in his hand. Denial would have been useless.“Yes.” she breathed finally. “Yes, I liked it.”“Did you touch yourself?” Paul pressed on. Mary moaned at this, turning her face away, but intuitively spreading her legs even wider, only the hem of her nighty covering her still-swollen, naked pussy. “Come now, Mary. Don’t be shy. This is all very natural. Now, tell me: Did you masturbate while watching me fuck the maid?”“Yes! Yes I did, Paul!”. I'd bet my Grand Prix winnings that the something that's missing is you."Jessie looked at him, wide-eyed. He looked back at her. "Am I right?" Jessie didn't say anything, but Ryan saw it in her eyes. "That's what I thought. Sophie? Take Jessie upstairs." You're kidding," Jessie hissed."No, I'm not kidding," Ryan said with a smile. "I knew this was coming. I've known it for some time. Jessie, I have no problem with it. I love you, I know you love me--but I know about the bond that you have with.