When I play with my nipples they get so hard. Do you like them?” Of course I was having a fantasy, i'd never m***** her. Yes I wanted her, but th...n reason would overcome my swelling cock. Then she graduated High school. I was so proud of her. We had a graduation party for her. The BBQ going, the pool was filled with her friends. All those young bodies in their little bikini's. The boys trying to hide their ocassional hard ons. The girls checking out the boys. Teasing them. Their. She smiles. Checking her offsite mail can wait. She'll tell him about the fringe benefits tomorrow. They both need a rest.Configurations of light and letters launch an enemy assault on her screen. He's posting a fresh torrent of desires that have nothing to do with her, with them. A different reason lures him, a raunchier one than the whispered vanilla soliloquy sent too long ago to retract. The laptop bucks atop her thighs with alarming violence. The furnace hasn't come on yet and she's using. For some reason I just couldn't shake these thoughts.One day after reading some very hot stories, I needed to jerk off. In one of the stories a man sucked his woman's pussy after she had just been fucked by 2 other guys. This got me wondering again if maybe I was missing something, so I decided to try tasting my own jiz.However, after I came, this desire was no longer there, and I just wiped my sticky cum from my hand.I could never admit this sick fantasy to my wife, as I'm sure it would. She waved me off the flame far deeper into the hit than I could've, cleared all three feet of it, leaned back and held it. I drank the rest of her scotch and headed out of the room to refill them. I could hear her coughing all the way in the kitchen, where I filled up larger glasses, less ice for hers and none for mine, with the rest of the bottle.She was swaying, pie eyed for sure, when I got back. Resilient, Ill giver her that, too. When I entered she snapped back to sober-eyes glazed,.