I sat on the edge of the window, spread my legs and coyly covered my pussy with my hand as Hubby carried on shooting.Hubby asked me to stand on the wi...dow sill. I was very turned on by this point and the window was large with a low sill, I didn't really give it much thought and stepped up.I pulled a few poses, a little coy at first but again the adrenalin took over and I was very soon standing with my legs apart, hands on hips grinning from ear to ear knowing this was probably the most exposed. Sophie had in fact pushed the covers aside, as not to restrict her pussy play and, with her knees up and her thighs spread,Sophie had the bottle inserted very deeply into her wet, slippery pussy hole. The light shone brightly onto her, revealing all to her husband. Sophie, feeling extremely embarrassed and shameful, resorted to attack as a form of defense, Well what do you expect. She said angrily. You roll onto me, fuck me for five minutes then turn over and go to sleep. I need more fucking. My balls ached. I was accustomed to her making the first move or giving the first signals. Holding back, I felt myself tremble. I looked down at my shaking hands. How long, I asked, would I continue to be so unsure of a woman who so obviously desired me? Or was it just the vitamins and Fiore's workout? Or was this really me, my new sexuality more demanding than ever before? Almost always, sex with Martha was prefaced by moments of relaxed conversation and touching. There was usually some kind. Cathy greeted him. Al watched them kiss and talk quietly between themselves. Greg had had a very busy night but it was now his weekend off. She sat him down on the edge of bed and helped him out of his trousers before sitting down next to him. “Time to keep my promise,” she told him as she held his erection. Al had seen many cuckolds receiving hand jobs from their wives after a night with him. His view was that it is always important that the cuckold in not neglected and made to feel part of.