Peter grinned, face still stuffed with his wife's sloppy wet pussy, knowing that she achieved orgasm.  It was a rare feat indeed. As he pulled away, only after Eva's grip loosened from his scalp, he was a bid disappointed to see Jim had helped, by kissing on his wife's neck.  His proud moment for helping her achieve his wife's orgasm, felt tarnished, as he slowly stood up from the kneeling position.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go wash up, I need a shower" Peter informed his wife, not making eye contact with Jim, as he turned his back and exited to the bathroom, where he closed the door and turned on the shower.