“Kavya, are you asleep?”, I asked.And there was no response. So I assumed she was asleep.Uncontrollable, I went a little closer to her and put my ...hands around her like we use to do during childhood. Then I moved my hands a little down to her boobs. Oh man, it was the best feeling of my life. Her nipples had already gotten hard. Her body was liking it. I squeezed her boobs gently with the idea not to wake her up.I wanted more. So I moved my hands into her top and started playing with her bare. Quickly looking at my phone to check the time, I heard a door swing open followed by laughing and distant chatter. Oh heavens, it’s showtime. I listened to the squeaking of tennis shoes and water splashing against tile. It wouldn't be long now. When some of the men had washed and left, the few who remained would clearly feel comfortable to approach the hole.I listened as the men laughed and talked about their daily lives, apparently unaware that I could hear them."My wife is mad at me…. I choked on what I had just tried to swallow and grabbed my water."Sorry," she snickered. "I told you I was curious." No," I whispered looking about to see if anyone was listening."OK." Her smile widened a bit and took another bite.Becky chose then to replace the empty mimosa glasses with fresh drinksand walked away."Please understand," I leaned toward her still whispering for noapparent reason, "my biggest fear is getting caught. First, I feelreally strange talking to you about it because I am. After about 10 minutes of trying to find the freeway in downtown and him fingering my sloppy little hole we finally got on the freeway. As we got on the freeway he told me to keep playing with my dripping little hole while he concentrated on driving. As we are driving on the freeway and I’m playing with my sopping wet hole with my dress up just under my boobs and my pussy on display for anyone to see je keeps driving up to larger trucks and commuter busses letting everyone see me getting myself.