You bastard,” C said playfully as I walked into her room for my morning pilgrimage.

“What?”

“What? Oh, Mr. don’t want to touch. Not yet. I like to talk. Blah Blah Blah.”

I could see how pleased she was, released, relaxed. There was an absence of the pent up energy/frustration that had been previously building. An orgasm shared is a wonderful thing.

“I guess I thought it was ‘safer.’”

“Safer? Safer?? Hello, earth to Jack. Fingering me ten feet from your WIFE is not safe. Oh my God, I cannot believe we did that!” She rolled onto her back and held her hand to her eyes covering them. She was...