Olivia, on the other hand, looked like the cat who had swallowed the canary. Carefully she sat at the edge of the massage table, her heart beating wildly with anticipation and nerves as she waited for the exact right moment to start her plan. xxx Guiltily, Lydia wondered how she had gone from prudish wife to scheming adulterer with such alacrity. She was definitely flustered, but it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed or aroused. Too bad she was too satiated to feel any real irritation at being called out. Also, Olivia had a point. Lydia let her own orgasm overtake her, collapsing back into the water in exhaustion. It wasn’t long before she came hard, holding onto the doorframe as shudders racked her body.
