I worked the shower gel over my chest and slowly massaged my breasts with lathered hands.I realized I was breathing rather heavily, and smiled at the ...ffect that must have on my son. He was peeking in on his naked mother as she languished in the tub and pleasured herself. I wondered if he had an erection. Maybe he was stroking himself.I rinsed off my hands and took the ear buds off so I could stand up. I thought I detected movement in the doorway, probably from Kyle easing back to avoid. I undressed as my husband slept only feet from me, I dressed in silk and nylon, see through and naughty, stockings and belt, panties willing to be ripped from me, a powerful sense of being ****d by a strangers cock appealed and heightened my libido, even applying the gel for anal intercourse was overly applied liberally as my husband Jack lay in deep slumber, my long finger dispersing copious amounts, deep inside my bum, I am sure if my husband awoke at this very moment he would be shocked at. Suddenly the child started crying for food. the baby had only breast feeding but since its mother was out Asha decided to feed it. Then came the magic moment she thought that I was watching TV and sat in front of me with folded legs in a position to feed the baby.She removed the saree up to her waist. my dick got erected and i was watching her work keenly. She removed her blouse buttons one by one. for her every button removal my dick got hard and hard. Finally she unbuttoned all her buttons. Long. Bulbous. Dark Red. And hard. So very, very hard. I want to suck you so bad I can taste it. Inside I clench again. Unwittingly I lower my hand, slip it between my legs, part my folds. I’m dripping. And I’m not referring to the water pouring from the shower head. Ah...Leaning back slightly I play. Touching, teasing, tormenting. It feels good. Real good. Really, really good. Only thing better would be you. Your mouth. Your fingers. Your dick. To be filled by you... Inside. One finger then.