An empty paper towel roll, a leaking sink, whatever, but there was nothing amiss.She closed the door and locked it suddenly behind me, then turned to ...ace me. Big eyes locked on mine. "I'm really sorry to take up your time, sir." Her voice wavered a little, as though she had been working up to saying that. She walked over to the sink, underneath the warm light of the fixtures above. She turned away from me to the mirror, and met my gaze through it. I heard the clatter of dishes and pans just. As she talked she would swivel in her seat, allowing brief glimpses up her short skirt and a view of the dark triangle that was barley visible through the shiny pantyhose. She would eventually stub out her cigarette, walk over to me, straddle me and then lower herself onto my lap. Time seemed to stop as her lips sought mine and our tongues intermixed. Despite wearing jeans I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and I'm sure she could feel my raging hard on pressing against her. Gail said, “Shall we go in and meet Rick? He is totally going to freak. I have told him a little of what to expect, but I’m sure he doesn’t expect this.”We turned and started walking toward the house about 100 feet away. My wife told me to put my hands behind my back and she held them together by grasping my thumbs. My cock and balls swayed and bounced lewdly. Gail couldn’t or wouldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Very nice,” was all she said. At the door I paused slightly.My wife said, “This is. “You don’t believe me. Okay, answer this. What if I say you can fuck me right now up in my bedroom, what will you do take it or leave it and be honest. I noticed the way you were ogling at me all this time.”What the hell is going on? I mean it’s only been fifteen minutes we have been alone with each other and this what we were discussing. And I her daughter’s friggin boyfriend. And what shall I answer? I had a big NO ready when she said the first part.But the ‘be honest’ and ‘I noticed the way.