Gail laughed. “Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?He looked at her, smiled and said, “Yea”.My wife said it was fantastic, my har... on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my answer.“Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don’t put on any cloths and don’t wipe the cum from your face” Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn’t her sex show, and we knew that. There was still plenty of dried cum on her chest and a glob near her collar bone that Rick had. And then there were the telltalesigns afterwards. The little bit of colour on his nails, some residue ofmakeup especially around the eyes, a slight hint of scent. I was nowconvinced that my husband was meeting up with transvestites and takingpart himself, well I hope that was the case! Keeping secrets is onething, cheating is another. I never found any suggestion that he waswearing or touching my things.The disappointing part was that he never let me into his secret, intothat side of his life.. His eye was purple and angry looking, the bruised lid still swollen.Nicole was struck dumb, her head reeling with half remembered dreams and lust fuelled images."Hi," she managed to spit out, horribly aware of everything that had gone before and totally unable to look him in the eye."About last night..." said Rob carefully.Nicole's heart fell at least ten miles with that well worn statement. It was a classic method of digging oneself out of a very big hole."Hey, it's okay — I know it didn't. The light is dim and golden, filtering down from the room’s only real extravagant affectation, an ornate wrought-iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The door clicks shut softly behind me and I turn, realizing that now we are completely isolated from the crowd. He could do anything he wants to me up here and nobody would know. He’s watching me take in his room. ‘What do you think?’ he asks. Now that we’re insulated from the throb of the music, I can detect the barest trace of an accent in.