She stripped down to her panties in her walk-in closet, then carefully pulling down her sopping wet panties and walking them over to the bathroom sink. She filled the sink with water and threw them in to soak. As the bowl was filling she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a familiar face yet peering behind the reflected blue eyes, wondering why she was so aroused by a deviant sex act that must involve incredible pain. She couldn't imagine the bulbous head of Marco's **bleep** stretching her tight little hole ... could she?
She turned the shower on, and as she waited for the water to warm, she absentmindedly started fondling her breasts, which were sensitive to her touch. As her fingers lightly traced around the prominent, pink hued nipples of her full, pendulous breasts, an electric charge travelled directly to the area between her legs, causing a trickle of moisture to run down her inner thigh. That hadn't happened to Kiera before, and she realized that Angela's revelation had struck a chord deep within her.
As she stepped into the shower the hot spray rinsed off the remainder of the alcohol-induced haze. With a clear head, her mind again wandered to that deep, dark place in her soul where sex wasn't a dirty word. She recalled those instances where the sex between her and her husband became exciting, even exhilarating. The first time she sucked his throbbing **bleep**. The first time she talked dirty while he was **bleep**ing her. The first time she let him **bleep** in her mouth. As the memories flooded back she realized that her hand had roamed between her legs, her fingers pumping in and out of her juice slickened **bleep**. She couldn't suppress the thoughts of Marco lapping at her **bleep**, then taking her **bleep** virginity, bringing her to new heights of ecstasy. Her fingers moved quicker, an orgasm sharply cresting within her, the intensity of it causing her to use her free hand to grasp the faucet handle to keep her knees from buckling. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She shivered at the thought of Marco's thick, veiny **bleep** pushing inside her **bleep**, a place where God didn't intend it to go.
Weak-kneed, Kiera stumbled out of the shower and dried off, not believing that she had masturbated to an explosive orgasm. She decided to dispense with her pajamas, sliding her nude body between the soft, cool white sheets. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, pondering where Angela's confession would lead her.