I was eager to explore all of him and the lighthouse, but was afraid we would get caught. He said that was part of the thrill and he wanted to show me...the thrill of trying new things.We climbed in through an open window and walked to the top. The view was beautiful as we stood leaning against the rail. His hands reached around me from behind and started to massage my tits as he kissed and sucked on my neck. I leaned back into him and felt the pressure of his cock against my ass so I started. It was the last we saw of them. So here I was, another adult allowing me to be the girl I knew I was and I would do anything to protect this. So this relationship was the main source of control Becky had over my life. When she wanted something or needed something done I did it. I would do anything Becky asked or demanded I do.This fateful enlightening evening we were taking a bath, something we did often together in our small home. Becky was upset with me because I had not fully helped, or. I had lost track of time and before I knew it I saw my wife come through the gate and headed toward me. She came up real close so we could talk over the music, I asked well did you get it? She said yeah, and I brought back the Rum too. She started walking away. I followed her and asked where are you going? She said I need to pee. I followed her inside and into the bathroom. She said I know what your doing, I said OH YEAH, what am I doing? She pulled down her bikini bottom and ran a finger right. ‘Well?’ said Tony. She was hesitating. ‘I’m thinking!’ said Bonnie, not sure what to do. She was going to give in to him, I could feel it. A tiny cry poured out her as she fought back her tears. She was going to pull away from me, and let him have his way. I pressed her with my cock, just a small push against her pink rosebud. A dribble of butter dripped down her crack. ‘If you loved me you wouldn’t do this.’ she whispered. Tony couldn’t hear her. I wondered if it was for me. Either way, I.