She had even pulled the duvet cover over herself as she had begun to have some creepy thoughts that it might be a ghost or spirit. She had made some...soft sounds and tossed her arms back to clutch the bed posts as she held her breathing as normal as possible. At any rate, she wondered if this was really real or not, and if so just who it was. Jackie didn't think anyone would have believed her in any case, but she determined she would ‘go with the flow’ even if it did have some affects on her. . I simply ask that you tell me all of the details after.”“But what about YOU? She asked. “Are you really getting what it is that you need?”“I’m getting exactly what I need” I replied with a smile, “and perhaps even a bit more.”“What does THAT mean?” she asked, with a cross between a playful ask sprinkled with a hint of concern. “Are YOU fucking another woman?”“And if I was?” I questioned, “would you want to know?”“I’m not sure” she replied, “perhaps.”With those words, my wife slid down my body. Her wet hair was covering me. We didn’t say anything, and we just held each other tenderly like lovers. I was running my hand on her back. She was on my lap, crossed her legs against my waist. And we stayed like that for a long time.I moved her hair aside, looked at her. It was hard. Now there was nothing to be said. I looked at her and entered my rock-hard cock inside her, all in one go. She moaned and closed her eyes. Then we hugged each other tight, and she started grinding her ass on my. She always stopped him short of his goal. I think she stopped him when she started getting a little too hot and didn't think she could stop if he went any farther. It was after he left that she decided to put on a little show, though I don't really believe she knew I was watching.Without even being concerned if anyone was around, she slipped out of her shorts and T then finished the job that he had started. When she had cum, she tasted her fingers and went for a swim. That was the point that I.