I went to the door and opened it slightly. “Hi, I’m Jason from so and so plumbing”. There stood one hunk of a man, about 6’2”, slender, very...handsome, almost looked like Bradley Cooper...My voice does not match my appearance so I waved him in. I felt so embarrassed, since I know that I am not quite passable. I led him to the kitchen keeping my robe tightly closed. “What seems to be the problem”, he asked. Oh crap, now I was forced to speak....I softened my voice as best as I could and told him. She rubbed her cheek against mine as she leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. "You know," she whispered, "what you really need is a tongue down there."It did sound appealing. But I could hear voices in the kitchen just on the other side of the door. "Someone might walk out and see us," I replied."Spoilsport," she whispered. She reached behind her and pressed something into my left hand, which was against the small of her back. Curious, I brought it around to look at it.It was a small candy. With great care and focus, Ki Jung begins the circulation of her Qi through her body. At the same time, she engages Blessed Whole. Slowly, she sings down into a deep state of meditation. Her mind is multitasking at a subliminal level, where no conscious effort is necessary. All that is required is the purpose and direction to guide it.Ki Jung is not the only one there at the pergola. Others come and go, but no one disturbs her in the semi-secluded space she occupies. Anyone observing her can. I was ready to through the condom at my wife and find out who and when. But as I held it in my hand, my cock started to become rigid. The idea that the outside was coated with my wife's vaginal fluids and the inside was coated with her lover's cum was arousing both at the same time. I wanted to see her and her lover's protected cock as they climaxed. With that picture burned in my head I pulled my cock out, pull the used condom on it and jerk off, adding my cum into the condom. I needed to find.