"You must excuse me guys, I must go freshen up a bit," and slowly left for the powder room. I gave them time to talk and when I returned Greg was go...e. Did my husband tell him to leave? Was he mad? The look on my face became solemn as Doug spoke up, "Don't worry, he's only checking on his friends, he'll be back." In few minutes Greg was back by my side with his arm around my waist. I greeted him with a soft kiss grinning from ear to ear. "May I have one more dance with your beautiful wife. She's standing there Sexy in her Nightie ( From Earlier) She says she is horny and lets have some fun. I thought sloppy seconds are okay before I confront her but she had a different Idea. When we get to the Bedroom (Still smelling of sex) She lays down pulls my Head to her Pussy and makes me eat her to orgasm. I could taste the Cum still warm in her Pussy. I gag and blowup saying its over. I confront her about the earlier Fling. She coolly says the She needs a bigger Dick and that if I want to. It seemed to go on and on, utterly draining me, and even when the flow slowed to a trickle and then a steady drip my muscles were still spasming, trying to pump more. It may have been one of the most painfully intense and intensely pleasurable orgasms I’d ever experienced, and I’d had it in front of and with the assistance of our friends, my wife watching my face as I came, her mouth full of Michael’s huge, glistening white load. She smiled at me before opening her mouth, showing me the pool of. Just look around yourself at the women you know. Now, Mataoka was one of those women blessed with a body changed almost not at all by pregnancy. While carrying our children, she was still slim and active and glowing, just her big, distended belly and firmer, fuller, little breasts betraying that she was heavy with child. And as soon as she’d birthed, her tummy shrank back down to her lithe, active self again. I would have loved her all the same if she had waddled about heavily as my own mother.