. There's my ex, oh Christ, it's true, there she is, I can't believe Cyn invited her, here she comes, blindfolded, grinning, her chopping blow catches... me in the groin, the backswing lands square on the nail driven through my right instep--I go icy cold with pain, blinded by a brick wall of white light. Her lover comes up behind her, wraps his arms around her, guiding her through a swing or two. The blows land without a great deal more accuracy, but they provoke a good deal more amusement . At. Just like she had said, every night after Greg and Allison had gone to sleep, she crept into his room through the bathroom and climbed into bed with him.Tonight was no exception. She appeared in the bathroom doorway, and although the lights were turned out, he could tell that she wore no clothes. No matter how many times he saw her like that, she never failed to cause an erection. She had been very understanding about it all, thankfully not commenting on it.He thought back to her words. I stretched my legs out but I didn’t pull the gown back down so she could still easily see me.”“She still watched you?” Sophie was whispering now and I could see her thighs moving together. I wondered again about those panties I had a glimpse of earlier, were they starting to soak up my wife’s sweet juice?“She did,” I said nodding. “I bent my knees and pulled them up to my chest and crossed my ankles, then let my knees drift apart.” I could. I felt weird when I first started posting stories, but by now I’ve seen that literally hundreds of thousands of people read them, and if I write about anything else than incest, the amount of readers won’t even reach a tenth of that. So the whole thing is a bit absurd, there’s a huge amount of people who are into this, but no-one is ever allowed to say it out loud. I certainly hope at least fictional depictions become more acceptable, since everything else would be just pretention.Another thing.