"That does not make you a slut. Don't put a name, or a label, on yourself. I don't like labels. Especially that sort of label. Your my wife. That's wh...at matters most to me---and your happiness, as well. Everything else is secondary to me."We looked into each others faces for a long moment or so. Then she smiled, and we leaned over and kissed each other. Once again, my cock stirred behind my swim trunks as our mouths touched, and our tongues briefly slid over the others. Then as we sat back, we. I told him that I had been trying to fix my exhaust system and that I had managed to break my creeper. Bob had a T-shirt on so he got down and worked his way under the car. Then he came back out saying that he had found my problem. He had my wife’s bright pink G-string panties in his hand. Needless to say he held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply.Josie snatched the panties out of Bob’s hand and handed them back to my wife. However I watched, as Josie too smelled of them first. Josie saw me. Stacey." Okay. Follow me."She smiled wide, and took me by the hand and led me upstairs, almost pulling me up with her. She went just one step up ahead of me, putting her wide thick hips and round ass rolling back and forth right at my eye level. And even in her house she was tiptoeing up the stairs trying to not make any noise, as if she was trying to sneak past god up to her bedroom. But as quiet as she was trying to be, she was shifting her big ass side to side and rubbing her thighs together. Once her tremors had ceased, she rolled to face me, showering my face with butterfly kisses whilst she fondled at my groin.Sensing that I was waiting to speak with her, she abandoned what she was about, pulling back and eyeing me off over the short stretch of pillow separating our faces. One arm trapped beneath her, holding her in my strong embrace, I could fondle her nipples and aureole with only one hand. Whilst I gathered my thoughts, I stimulated my mother, revelling in each pant of.