The only sound he could hear was a slowing drip from the leaking shower head. He wondered if they were already deep in the throes of passion. If I ste... out of the changing room, will I be met by cries of ecstasy? And if I do, how will that make me feel?Ever so slowly, as if wading through a pool of molten lead, he finished his ablutions and donned his street clothes, staring at himself in the mirror and begging for solace, recrimination, or both.“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” he. I watched her face and noticed that she was trying to control her breathing. Even though I could still see several inches of my cock, I knew that much of it was certainly down her throat. Her nostrils flared as she adjusted to breathing through her nose. She calmed down a bit and then to my great surprise, pulled me by the ass until a little more of my cock was forced down her throat. I was torn between the unbelievable feeling of getting sucked so well and concern for her that I might be too. It was too late now to change my mind.I had time to try to make sense of my situation.I was about to live out my wildest fantasy and darkest nightmare. I wasnervous, apprehensive, .... a little scared....but, if I was being honestwith myself, I was loving it.Sarah seemed to be reading my mind. She looked into my eyes and saw mysexual fantasies. She seemed intuitively to know exactly what to do withme. What to do to make me squirm with erotic humiliation; how to make mego weak-kneed with lust. My lingua automatically licked my lips at the luring sight. "Where was I? ... ahhh, yes."My hand slid back up Shirl's sexy thigh and wrapped around it. "I like describing what I'm doing. More importantly, she does. Almost like phone sex. I hope you all follow my example when it's your turn to molest my beautiful wife. My hand is pressed firmly against her torso with a finger tilted up into the crack of her sweet little ass. I'm spreading that crack a little as I slide down and around thru her.