The wicked part is the thrill that comes from knowing that as I perform for John, someone else will be watching; a secret admirer, a peeping tom, stan...ing outside, witnessing my performance.I know it’s very wrong of me, but I can’t help it. When John’s home we have wonderful, spine-tingling sex, and yet the minute he’s gone, I feel a delicious, illicit thrill, knowing that shortly I will be performing for both John and my secret admirer.Time goes by so slow this Monday. It’s been over a week. I let out a quiet gasp. Zach smiles up at me, leans in, and starts sucking my clit. I quiver from the pleasure. Becoming more wet from Zach’s quick moving tongue. I stop him and lay on the floor, then arch my pussy up for better access. He goes back to sucking my clit. I close my eyes and bite my lip trying not to moan loud. I start playing with my hard nipples. I flick and pull at them. Zach stops sucking my clit and takes his boxers off. Finally, I can see his cock. Looking up at a thick,. Obediently he pulled back his fingers, ran them across Deianira's stomach, leaving a trail of her warm sticky juices.His hands became blurs and fabric ripped like wet paper, and with her heart beating as though of fright Deianira saw the tattered remains of her robes fall off.A barely muffled grunt and Heracles tore away his loincloth without taking his eyes off Deianira's naked form. Blood rushed into a frightening member, and it rose from its sleep, tense and rigid.'Heracles,' her words were. When she did, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked stunning in the light gray very revealing suit, even though she looked uncomfortable in it. Not in the sense of ill fitting, more like she felt embarrassed. Quickly, she said, "I'll try another one on."She stepped out not too much later in a shiny wet look black bathing suit. She looked good in this one as well, but not as good as the first one. Without a word, she stepped back into the booth and came out a little later with the third.