When my hand lifted her dress, I didn't think about it. When I dropped to my knees to peel away her panties from the cleft to suck on the puffy lips, I didn't give it a thought. I suppose when we walked back together and I felt the night air dry her cum from a hastily cleaned chin and neck, it occurred to me what an asshole I was.
My wife was waiting at home. Her brother and Bel's husband waited for her. And yours truly had just finished eating his sister-in-law to two glorious orgasms -- out in the open -- oh yes, and interrupted by the local police. Maybe asshole was too mild.
Bel could barely look at me as she silently left me and went to join her husband. I stopped first at the bathroom to wash up still bothered my lust. So why was my reflection smiling back at me?
The next day was uneventful. We lounged by the pool, sipping coffee and soaking up the sun. We walked to the far end of San Francisco Beach and set up our towels close to the small thatched cantina that offered the only respite from the heat. We alternated between swimming, sitting out of the sun sipping beers and reading.
Outside of a few questions about the nightlife, there was very little probing, thankfully! Even in private I was spared the third degree that I was expecting from Jane. As a matter of fact, she was more anxious to talk to me about her brother's conversation.
It seems that he filled in details alluded to yesterday. He and Bel were having problems. They had stopped sleeping in the same room and hardly spent any time alone together, immersing themselves in the lives of their teenaged children. Jane made a sarcastic reference to their puritan ideas about sex but did not elaborate. I for one was not turning that corner into a discussion about their sexual habits. Though her lustful reaction last night left me knowing where the problem lay.
We returned for a mid-afternoon siesta. I chose the lounger on the terrace as the others drifted off to their rooms.
"Are you awake?"
I was surprised to see Bel seated beside my chair. We had hardly spoken and certainly had had no opportunity to delve into the previous night's adventure.
"I feel so bad about what happened. I don't like to feel like a cheater. I don't like sneaking..."
"I know," I interrupted.
"No you don't! But I do like feeling sexy and happy and wanted. God, this is so embarrassing."
The openness of the living space made me nervous. One door opening would be enough to give a clear view of the two of us. My instinct was to hold Bel.
