You feel the long climb each cycle and you listen to the waves crashing in and drawing back. Crash in and draw back and each time that little flick on...its sensitive tip. You are just drifting in the sensations, the warmth, the cool, the fresh moistness in the air and the slight tingle in your pussy. Perfectly relaxed, perfectly happy. The water is easing in. You can feel it. You can feel the water lapping at you feet. Feel the power of the waves pushing at them, urging you to open your legs.. But the last 5 years I have resorted to fantasy and masturbation for that extra spice. Wednesday night I did what I had done so often: When my wife had fallen asleep I sneaked down to my little 'office', turned on the computer and opened one of the pages I love. That night I had chosen one of my favourite fantasies: Wives who love to be shared, i.e. fucked by strangers while their husbands watched or took part. I had read a couple of stories and had come to the point of serious masturbation,. I waited, reflecting that Victor thought my life was fascinating. Iwanted to be more comfortable, so I kicked off my heels and folded mylegs under myself. The small amount of red wine swirling in my glass as Idid so. The fragrance wafted into the air, and my mind decided I wantedthe remainder to follow the rest of the glass's content.I relished how my embellished fingers held the fragile stemware. My hairmoved across my bare back and neck as I lifted the glass high into theair, the contents. Moaning...and heaving her ass on the rug clutching it with her left hand. The sounds of lurid wanton need to orgasm fed both sides of the wall. Lynn was totally lost...the vibrators putting Lynn into auto pilot...neither Kristin or Lynn wanted to stop...the unstoppable...the involuntary motions inside both were too beautiful to stop as both were on the road to earthshattering orgasm bliss. Nothing could stop this...it had to happen.Lynn...began...as she clutched the rug in the Hallway as she.