My wife had gone to bed early, not an unusual event in my world. The dog was lazily sprawled at my wife's feet in the bedroom downstairs. My time for ...rivate reflection and enjoying my lover's request was now mine alone.Masturbation was my outlet to the sexual frustrations I lived with in her world. It sounded to me that my lover shared a similar self-fulfilling routine as well. My thoughts drifted to her as I imagined she would bring herself to climax, wishing that my hands and mouth were her. “Look.” I pointed out over the water. The sun was setting, coloring the clouds in the sky vibrant hues of pink and orange.The band kept on playing, their soft notes a soothing background to the scene before us.Right when the sun had set, I leaned in close and whispered, “Now look down at the shoreline.”Lightning bugs were coming out, making a valiant effort to roam despite all the animals shutting them down.Monica smiled and looked at me. Her eyes were half closed, and her lips were parted. She continues to wear the short and seems to be showing off more and more. I caught myself staring once again as she sat on one of the kitchen stools eating lunch and had her soft creamy legs slightly spread giving a view of her womanhood once again. This time I made a comment on it though saying honey is that the way a woman needs to sit. She laughed and corrected herself and of course said no, but no more than 5 minutes later she was again sitting in the same position. I again. “Mommy, how come that lady’s pants are wet?” I overheard a little boy ask, pointing at me.My face turned three shades of red from that little kid and Daddy lecturing me in front of everyone wasn’t helping either.“You’re a very dirty girl, Krissy! You’re 24 years old and still pissing yourself like a 3 year old!” he continued on, turning me back around to scold me to my face.I was starting to whimper in humiliation as he continued on and on as the crowd emptied out.Finally, when we were the only.