Her hair was all askew, and she had smudges of dirt on her arms and face. I was in the kitchen when she appeared searching for a fresh sponge and some...kind of cleaner for the shower stall. When she bent over and stuck her head under the sink, her beautiful tight butt jumped out right in front of me. The thin strip of her yellow thong disappeared between her cheeks and divided the lips of her sweet pussy so they bulged invitingly on either side, making a perfect camel toe. I eased close behind. Janet sipped her martini quietly, she felt a little embarrassed, she didn't know what to say to Gary and yet she knew that she had to tell him about his wife and her husband."Gary, I... well... I have to tell you something." Really, does it have something to do with Julie and Bob?" he smiled patiently."Yes. How did you know? Well, I saw them together... they were... they were... Oh God! I can't tell you," she finally sobbed."Are you trying to tell me that they were fucking," he smiled at her as. He texted me just before midnight to see if I thought tonight might be the night. I know he was expecting a no, but instead I told him that I'd see him in twenty.Almost immediately, I started shaking with both the arousal and nervousness of the situation. I couldn't decide which was getting to me more. Unfortunately, the nerves really made me have to pee which was a shame because I knew he was hoping to gag me on his cock so hard that I'd piss myself. But that would just have to wait.I fixed. I was resolved after her lustful display. "Over here, bitch, on your knees." She jumped quickly to obey and knelt with her knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off.My wife has a beautiful bottom, always had. In fact it was the first thing I noticed about her years ago. Other than kissing, fondling and generally admiring that part of her, we had not done anything else. Until our honeymoon. In a little private cottage in Dover she asked, nay begged, for me to fuck her ass. I admit I was.