Was she afraid of how I’d react to her fascination with watersports? Or was she having clandestine meetings with men who enjoyed that sort of thing ...on her days off work?The entire day at work, I couldn’t shake the images from my mind and the ever-growing suspicions that my wife was possibly cheating on me. Before the end of the day, I came up with a plan and called our favorite restaurant. Then I called Rachel at work, “Honey, we’re going to dinner at seven tonight. When you get home, you are. I didn’t tell my parents about that but you also have to remember college in California at that time was tuition free.Motorcycles still carried a bit of the stigma of the past, Hells Angels, greaser gangs, low life types considered unsuitable for private college mid century and I was leaning toward the motorcycle margin of society versus where I was probably supposed to be headed. I was doing one of the dirty jobs usually held by the less educated. For a time nobody at school knew what I did. You will touch your pathetic cock only when I say you can". She fucked my mouth for about five minutes, occasionally pulling the spit covered cock out and slapping my face with it. "I can see you like it since the front of your panties are wet with your precum. Stand up and take them off". I did as commanded. "Give them to me" and I did. She put the panties to my nose "now sniff them. I did. I loved the smell of my juices on the panties. "Open your mouth". Again without comment I did as. Allison and I carried our boots and hiking socks, and I took a military canteen belt slung over my shoulder, and we wandered down to the river. Leaving our gear on shore, we plunged in to the icy river, pure Sierra snowmelt. But it was Midsummer, and on a hot day, the initial shock of the cold water turned to refreshing relief. We chased each other around various pools playing a tit-grabbing version of Marco Polo, or just floating on our backs. At one point we saw Bob, the dude from the.