I'd left at 5:00AM. driven through 3 hours of snow to get to her house for Sunday breakfast. Sitting together in the rather cold "entertainment room" under a blanket to keep warm Chatting, catching up on things. My hands in her pants, hers stroking me. We had to freeze at the brink of her orgasm when her husband came running up the stairs to let us know breakfast was almost ready. She could barely control her breathing enough to speak clearly, Then bringing her over the edge quickly before going downstairs,
Her cheeks had a high flush till halfway through the meal.
Love it but was there no suspicion from hubby as to why you were under a blanket with his wife? I always thought it would be great if a hubby came home early to find you going at it with his wife that he'd just opt to join in rather than shooting you.