Within seconds she was soaked and thought she might need to jump in the dryer with her clothes.She did not have the orgasm she wanted because of her u...neasiness masturbating in the laundromat. The thought of being watched did excite her somewhat.She looked down at the number posted on the washing machine.Ashley saw the number eighteen and thought that would be easy. That was Peyton Manning's number. Her favorite football player. She was glad it was not number twelve, as did not like the player. Marcia was five feet seven and 120 lbs. She had shoulder length brown hair and almond colored eyes to go with her caramel skin. However her greatest assets where her 36D breasts which she loved to flaunt with low cut tops. Her ass and legs were finely toned due to three weekly hour sessions in the company gym.Lately however the only action she had been getting was from the vibrator that she kept in her bed stand. The last time she had had a rendezvous with a dick attached to a human being was. She wondered what he would do with himself all day.This time last week things had been normal and she hadn't thought about sex for years. Resting her head back and closing her eyes she thought through the events of that day...I arrived home from a hot day at the office.Entering my kitchen I slip off my shoes, and then my skirt, then drink a refreshing glass of water and shed my blouse.Going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone's presence.There, lying on my bed in only his vest. I wore this to make a presentation at a conference.”“Are you wearing underwear?”“I’m wearing a bra.”“OK, I guess that is as good as it can get.”“Seriously, do I look OK? Do you think your families will approve?”“I don’t really care if they don’t. You are going to be with me at some swim meets and at team functions. You’re my wife and I love you.”We kissed and when Kendi turned to walk towards the door, I flipped her skirt up high enough to see her nice bare butt.“Mick!”“Sorry! I had to know for.