In the mirror I could see her standing staring after me, with Bryn pawing at her arm, and her shaking him off.Nicky and I were sitting in the living r...om. It was nine o’clock that evening and the light was failing.“She’s not coming, Nicky.” I said morosely. I’d been back three hours.“She is.”“How do you know that?”“You idiot. You are her life. She’ll have had to talk to Bryn. She won’t leave him this time without explaining, if I know her. She’ll be here.”I said nothing which she took to be. Fumbling with Kim's Cargo pants, he searched in vain for his penis and went through a moment of panic, not finding it! But he realized that it wasn't his body, but Kim's. Suddenly embarrassed, he quickly covered himself, then studiously, pulled down his pants and sat. Fortunately, things occurred normally. Carefully taking some toilet paper, he self-consciously blotted himself and quickly redressed.Inevitably, bedtime came and he had to remove his/her clothes to prepare for bed. Trying to. Her moans rose to a fevered pitch. "Oh, God, I'm coming again. Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me! Fuck me!" She fell forward, her breast pressed against the counter, as her hands reached back to grasp his thrusting hips. Her fingers dug deep into his flesh and she released a guttural howl like I had never heard from her before. I couldn't believe this was my wife, my conservative, sometimes prudish wife, begging this man to fuck her... rutting like an animal in heat. In sheer astonishment, I stopped. Still they push upwards, raising the material as they go, exposing my thighs and finally my naked bottom. " Dont move!" he orders. At that moment I feel his tongue on my goose-pimpled flesh, a moan of sheer pleasure comes from my throat and I cant help but push back at him. He sucks a mouthful of my bottom into his mouth, his teeth closing in on it with just the right amount of pressure, his tongue lashing at me. I feel so wanton and lewd: he makes me feel like a whore and I love it, abandoning.