It feels so good.'I continue to play with myself, part of me feeling shame for such a fantasy and asking my wife to do this for me. 'His he fucking yo... hard?.....'Yes. I'm close'. With that I hear her orgasm. Not needing me. Just the thought of another man. I picture this man I don't know but my wife does coming inside her. She seemed very keen on this fantasy. Too keen?After the climax ends, she puts her wand and dildo away. 'Have you come yet? She asks.'No. Feel my cock and tell me what you. “Come here” he breathed. She got up from the floor, andsat straddled on his lap facing him. He ran his fingersover her soft, wavy black hair that fell to hershoulders in ringlets. Her full tits were directly inhis face. His strong muscled arms hugged her very firmly. Hislips pulled her swollen nipple into his mouth, whilehis finger pushed inside her pink, wet pussy. Her handsrubbed his bald shaved head, with her cheek against hisforehead… while her tits got sucked, and her. " Nikita murmured looking at me as if he knew something I didn’t, I could see a lustful look in his eyes. "So lets get this night started and order some drinks." Greg shouted while signaling a server to us. Walking over, the lady wore a black short skirt that just barely covered her ass and a tight white top that exposed way too much cleavage for my liking. The boys were starting to fawn over her like kids, trying to get her attention with orders. She was obviously liking the attention as she. Not that it was entirely her fault. He had decided to help her home all on his own, after all. But the punishment her couch had meted out had neutralised his part in this little clusterfuck. That, and the raging case of blue balls he was suffering from even now. Though, to be fair, there was no way in which he could hold her responsible for that.“I,” she said.“What?” Brandon asked, confused.“You mean I. Not me. Grammatically speaking…”“You’re giving me a grammar lesson?” he asked, astounded..