Roger keeps watching. [END]

As Roger thought to himself that he needed to do something, his eyes continued to watch his wife. She had sat back down, but was restless. She used her dress like a towel, wiping down the sweat that had built up on her body. Laying herself down on a row of seats, Becky showed signs of suffering from heat stroke. She stumbled over to the side of the room where, thankfully, there was a table with refreshment water. She poured herself a glass and drank. It didn't seem enough so she poured another glass, guzzling it down as well. Overflow dribbled down the sides of her lips onto her chest. She sighed in relief and poured a third glass. This one she drizzled over her bare breasts with a satisfied moan. Roger couldn't hear it, but he knew when she was making a satisfied moan.

The quick shower seemed to ease the tensions of the woman for the time being. She rubbed the cool liquid into her skin as she leaned back on the table. Roger realized that while he was watching, his hand had found its way in his pants. He was really getting into watching his wife like this. Becky squeezed her plush breasts as she took the pitcher over water and poured it over her head. She appeared to be getting into things was well! She was already in a mood when they had split and now that she was alone, it seemed like an opportune time to address it.

Becky's hands ran up and down her body. Her panties were now soaked, collecting all the water she had bathed herself in. She pulled the panties down, not caring who would barge in at any moment. She turned her body and rested her left leg on the table as her fingers rubbed up and down her smooth mound. Roger perked up at this wanton display. His wife was shameless! He immediately pulled down his pants and started stroking off in tandem to her heavy petting. Becky's hips gyrated as her fingers delved deeper into her underside. She made faces that hinted at a loud moan. She cleared the table and laid herself on it, parted her legs and slid her fingers in and out of her opening. Her hips raised up in the air as she thrust it at an imaginary figure, desperately urging it to take her!

Roger kept up the pace, working his member with blurring speed, mirroring Becky's furious finger motions. Becky curled up on the table, leaned on one side and plunged her fingers deep inside herself. She tilted her head back and made another 'o' face as she supported herself up on her toes. Her back arched and there was a spurt of liquid that jettisoned from her sex. Roger had never seen her do that before! She squirted again and Roger spasmed, squirting out his own contents all over the desk! Becky continued to enjoy her climax as Roger looked around for some way to clean up his own mess.

There was a clack as the maid re-entered the room, drawing Roger's attention. She covered her face with her hand, appearing to stifle a giggle. After an awkward silence, she said, "Mr. Carmine, I'm sorry to say, you've been disqualified from the competition. Please come with me and we will escort you out.

Forlorn and embarrassed, Roger could think of nothing else to do, so hiked up his pants and followed the young lady out. He met with his equally mortified wife at the entrance and they were seen out of the mansion, not even knowing what the actual competition was.

THE END