She was still in thebedroom checking her email when the doorbell rang. ?Get that, hon.? sheshouted from the other room. My heart skipped a beat and my... stomachdropped as even the thought of someone seeing me wearing nail polishcrossed my mind. ?Are you crazy!? I nearly-silently shouted from thedoorway. ?Oh, sorry, dear? she apologized realizing my potentialembarrassment with a smile.Jess started to kid me during dinner about how sexy my hands looked. Ican?t say I didn?t enjoy it. They are. She was so good at it that if I wanted to fuck her I’d have to stop her doing it. She loved the taste of spunk and always swallowed, something my wife won’t do.So we got into a pattern of meeting up, either Monday or Tuesday and sometimes both. I’d go round in the morning, just before lunch. She’d get us into the 69 position so she could get her spunk fix, and I’d lick her clit to orgasm. Then we’d go out and get some lunch somewhere, and go back to hers for a fuck in the afternoon. Of course,. “Oh.” Was all I could manage to say.She went on, “Mom’s house is bigger and has a huge backyard and the neighborhood is mostly youngish with a lot of teens. And there is a great girls' school Niki can attend. She of course hates the idea and I really can understand why. She’s going to be junior in a few months and losing her school and friends must feel like the end of the world.”“Yeah, for a teen her whole world is built on social interaction. Losing that must feel like she’s being punished.. I guess I’m just too gun shy, too unwilling to expose myself to the threat of any more pain. That brings us to today, a day that has changed our relationship forever. On the weekends he always plays on some sort of sports team. Today, after he returned from his ball game, he dropped by to check on us. He was wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. He looked ripped and his skin was still glossy with sweat from the basketball game he played a couple of blocks away. Some women get grossed out by.