He sat down behind the wheel. He had a little packet with him. I kept starring. They were pictures. He handed them over to me.I started to thumb throu...gh them and flipped each one back with my mouth wide open. They were pictures of my wife wearing her sexy new black bikini. They appeared to be taken from Clifton’s back yard looking into mine. Jennifer was laying on a lounger in the first two, one with her top undone laying on her tummy.I flipped to the next picture and she was sitting up smiling. All too soon the stream died, and she bent to kiss my wet lips, savouring the taste, then touching my now stiff prick asking if I had enjoyed it and if I could please do it for her soon? A little embarrassed, I said that “I had enjoyed it, but that it was too stiff to pee at the moment, but of course I would do anything she wished for, I owed her that.” We showered together, removing all traces of urine, and cum and freshening us up, damply we returned to her room, the chiming clock reminding. Why is it that people think curvy girls are only good for being pals, anyway?It wasn't a total loss. Some of the guys were nice and kept on being nice even after they were friends with Sandy. I mean, I'm not a virgin, don't ask me how that worked out but it did, and the guys weren't creeps. I mean it. It wasn't serious, either, and that left me feeling, well, lonely, I guess is the best way to put it. And horny.Crap. This is stupid. I stood up. Why not? Do it! I stripped off my t-shirt, shorts. Calling her Ma’am and speaking respectfully would certainly be plausible. Potentially being dressed in a neat and respectful manner would be required. Unfortunately, I don’t believe being naked around her would be something she would want. Not unless it was for some sort of punishment purposes and even then it would probably not be something she wouldn’t specifically enjoy to see. Of course, I could build in a sadistic streak to her personality thereby making some typical BDSM elements more.