I knew that it wasn’t all in my head now. Vicky and I hadn’t really spent any significant time together apart from our spouses so she had really remained more my wife’s friend rather than mine too. Sex They were wet, she had clearly washed them in the sink and hung them up to dry. With the WiFi working I sent a message to my wife letting her know where I was and who I was with – although obviously omitting several key details. As she turned her back to me to enter the pool, I saw her suit had ridden up a bit and I got a fleeting glimpse of her backside. “Ohhhh oohhh ah ah ah ohh oh again yes! Look though!” she replied. Suddenly Vicky’s hand moved independently of me and she made stirring noise indicating she was becoming more conscious. Vicky turned her head back and I propped myself up to see her face. Her eyes remained closed but she pursed her lips a little. Her nipples towered, engorged and erect over her modest breasts which even seemed to have gained a little extra size as she had peaked in her arousal.
