I wanted Paul like I had never wanted him before. More than I had on our honeymoon. I wandered up to our bedroom in a state of shock and arousal. The ...floor had been vacuumed. The bed had been made. Incorrectly, but it had been made. I looked in the bathroom. The towels had been washed and hung up. Incorrectly, but they were hung in the proper place. If I died this minute, my life would have been complete. I realized as I awaited the return of my family, that I had nothing to do. There were. ”Jason is a jerk, he never cared to pence on another person you deserve better than him someday…..someday you are going to thank yourself”. She started to argue and oh my god she would wiggle her ass with every move she made I couldn't think straight. I could feel my cock beginning to touch her towel and pressing in-between her legs. I wonder if she can feel it. Well at least she didn't show it. “Tell you”, I say placing my hand on her thigh, and “let’s not talk about this tonight, how about we. You moved around so much that the blanket has fallen away, you seem to be sweating a bit so maybe you were to warm. I watch a little while longer and I notice your hand starting to make its way between your legs. You slowly spread your thighs apart while you start to rub your magic spot. I watch with delight as you start to slide a finger inside. You work it in and out slowly at first, then faster. Your breathing picks up to match the speed that you are working yourself. I get up and walk. He wasn't even stroking my dick any more, just gently fingering me making my hole clamp tightly around his digits as i emptied my balls. He gave a couple of rapid strokes to milk every drop of spunk from my balls then left me gasping while he undressed. Of course I was Now losing interest in sex and I looked down at my cum covered stomach and softening dick and wondered what I got myself into. Even if I told him to untie me he wouldn't because we already discussed it and I told him that no.