For about the millionth time the thought entered my mind that she MUST know how I felt about her. This was not the first time that I had nearly made a...real pass at her and we spent time nearly every day together, probably adding up to more hours than most married couples had in the average week. Certainly it was more time alone than Gwen and I ever expected to get. What really concerned me was that I had almost slipped up and called her Gwen…. Not even Mum…. Gwen! Sons do hug their mothers. It just so happens that I arrived home from one of these trips about ten days prior to our first Vegas trip. I got home from the airport and found my wife buried in a pile of boxes and clothes in our master closet. She was doing some cleaning, so I sat down in the chair in our room reading a book, relaxing and occasionally providing my input on whether or not an outfit should be kept or sent to Goodwill. Truth be told I think she was humoring me, I seriously doubt my opinion on any outfit. I looked at her panty clad pussy and could see they were soaked through. I reached down and pulled the panties aside to reveal her pussy. It looked just like Amy's except Sandra's was even puffier. My thumb ground on her clit and I listened to her shriek with pleasure as she orgasmed from a little touch. I pushed my finger into her and rubbed her g-spot. Her face was twisted in orgasmic pleasure."Sandra I think you need to be fucked! Would you like to have me fuck you?" I asked as I. The unexpected swings caught me off guard. I mean one second you are really enjoying yourself, then you are in a panic when you realize not only she's married by husband came in the room, and then you discover he's bi and wants to join in. I panicked and left! As I was remembering that Tess' boyfriend got dressed, I simply prayed like hell to get out of there with my sanity and my nuts intact, but I was still having doubts. He smiled at that and went on his way. Tess breathed a deep sigh of.