I sent Jim off to work smiling. The thought occurred that the only thing better than having s*x with my husband would have been watching him f**k someone else - and having him watch me.
As I stood in our huge tile shower washing Jim's c*m off me, I thought about Roger -Roger, who'd m*********d while saying, "Ohhhh, Mommm"; Roger, who was f*****g his sister; Roger, who apparently had no problem with incest. I'd watched him. I'd watched them and m*********d. I'd come so f*****g hard. I'd never known I'd had such an urge - an urge that I failed to temper.
Roger was still asleep under just the sheet when I slipped into his room. His p***s was hard, making a long mound in the cotton. I knew what it looked like. I'd seen it shiny with his sister's c*m.
I wanted to pull that sheet back and tak
