I turned off the stereo and the lights and laid down. I could faintly hear the guys deep voices but couldn't make out what was being said. After a bit...I could hear my wife moaning . I dozed off to sleep and didn't wake until the sun was up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It took a few seconds to figure out where I was. My wife ! Where is my wife? I walked down the hall and tried Luca's bedroom door. It was unlocked. I turned the knob very slowly and eased it opened. There in the bed was my wife. .. pretty much ever. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with my left hand. He reached into 'his' bra andfelt the breasts resting in it. The result was electric, waves ofpleasure rocked 'his' body. He stripped off the shirt and bra,revealing the boobs in all their glory, and then his hand roamed down to'there'. He pushed his fingers in and once again his body reeled withecstasy. He kept pushing his fingers in and out, until right there heclimaxed, screaming out in pleasure. But as soon as the feeling passedhe got all his clothes back on and high tailed it out of. The images of last night were so fresh in my mind, that I could hardly even look Marcos in the eye.Whatever news Marcos had expected to hear, it wasn't that. His eyes bugged out slightly from his head and the spoon he'd been using to stir his sugar into his coffee clattered to the table."Serious?" he asked. "Cuz if you're joking, I swear I'm going to make a scene. A big ugly nasty scene." I'm dead serious, Marcos. I want to come back."Marcos shook his head a little, thinking about what I'd.