He knew he should be mortified at his wife's behavior, but watching her drive herself to a slutty orgasm next to him, in front of five hundred of his ...onstituents, was too much for his kinky mind, and all he could do was sit there as his dick began to powerfully pulse in his own expensive suit pants, filling his boxers with spurt after spurt of cum. He could only be glad that he had worn tightly-knit black dress pants as the warm, wet evidence of his fantasy becoming reality oozed down his dick. You moved swiftly towards me. "Ah your awake." You said. placing the tray on the bedside table. Your hand touching my arm. I could feel the electricity jump from your fingers and run up my arm. A jolt of sheer excitement shot through out my body. My nostrils where filled the the sweet scent of your perfume. I felt intoxicated with your beauty. "how are you feeling now", you asked. looking up at you. "much better now", i said with a smile. feeling the tingly sensations of your touch run. Just don’t see a lot of girls do shit like that. It’s, like, you’re a different person almost. Isn’t what I expected, is all.”“Good,” I said, trying unsuccessfully not to blush.For a while after that, we were quiet. There was a lot to unpack from that conversation, and I think we both just took some time to think and relax. She was right—about my awkwardness, at least. I really wasn’t comfortable around the other students in the art program. Probably because they were all meant to be there. I. "Steve was beginning to miss the quiet, thoughtful women he'd met yesterday; they'd obviously been replaced by a set of clones with much more assertive personalities. He was saved from digging himself in deeper by Nytoya's arrival, bearing a tray with an assortment of drinks and food.She walked in, set the tray on one table, then laid out a place setting, plate, and cup of coffee on another. Pulling a chair up to the place she had just prepared, she turned to Steve and said, "Your breakfast is.