Her reply was, "What need for that - we already have one!" I told her I would leave the room while she changed into her bathing suit (though I'd have ...preferred she not put it on). Surprise! She said, "Not needed - how about you?" I asked if she was sure, and she responded by unbuttoning her top. So much for asking questions. I responded in kind, turning to run water into the whirlpool.While the water ran, we divested ourselves of our garment. Even though I'm a fairly worldly guy, I still did. She whimpers a little. I give her another and another. Through her light pink panties I can see her ass already turning red, and her crotch soaking wet. I start striking her more and more, harder and harder. Whimpers turn to small cries, cries to yelps, but I’m not listening any more. Something dormant in me is awake now...and hungry. “Ahh,” she screams out loud. “I told you quiet,” I say. “You can’t be quiet on your own fine,” I tell her taking her sexy panties off of her ass. . .” He nodded.“I know that missus Grimes felt bad about things after the fact, and my wife...” he started.“Yes, that one kind of hurt the most if you want to know. I mean hurt my wife. And, bringing that up makes me think it might be a good idea to get this coffee into the room where they are interacting,” I said. He nodded“Yes, I think you are very right in your assessment,” said Doctor Sizemore.“So, how are you two getting along,” I said reentering the lists.“Fine,” said Henrietta.“Okay,” said. A wet-spot clearly visible. My wife noticed me starring at her damp crotch."As you wanted?" she asked, smiling the entire time.I opened my robe and my hard cock sprang straight out, providing the answer to her retorical question.I lay down beside her as she snuggled against me. I took her delicate chin into my hands and leaned in for our first kiss since she left the house. Her eyes closed and her lips pursed.... Our lips touched and I could taste sex. Her mouth opened and my toungue snaked.