The picture was clear and so was the sound. Vincent didn't know if he should be angry it was these two boys or relieved. He actually wanted to go home...and fuck his wife harder than ever before. She had become a sexual object again. Not just someone there to raise his child, cook his meals and clean his house. Fuck... It's 2:00 already... I can't move these fucking files... I need to tell Tom I need the rest of the day off. I can tell him Sarah is sick and I need to pick her up because Jessica. And I have never experienced a cozier feeling. In fact I would have enjoyed it very much, if only my body would give me a break. While he was gone the shivering stopped a little. But I was hot and didn’t know how to say it. After all, he Did just bring the blanket for me, and I Did just shiver. But there was no hiding it. In just a few minutes, he asked me staring at my red face:-What’s wrong with you? You’re sick or something? You look all feverish. -No I am fine, just hot suddenly.- I tried. “No, don't fuck me. Just push it all in and hold it.” I did but my instincts were telling me to fuck her.“You need to control those urges. That way you can make yourself last. Now fuck me for one minute and then resume this hold position.” I started pumping her and my natural self took over. I was humping her with purpose.“Okay stop and hold.” It took every bit of my internal strength to stop, but I did. We repeated this exercise over and over. Suddenly I realized twenty minutes passed and I. I slowly walked in my bedroom my heart pounding even faster as I got nearer my husband who didn’t have a clue his wife was behind him, the slut he was fucking was still moaning and making way to much noise, oh fuck oh fuck, yeah, right there, oh fuck she wailed out while my hubby fucked her hard on MY bed. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the.