“What’s my name Emelda? I taunted further while slowly pulling my cock 90% of out her pussy, so that I could visually enjoy every jab back deep in...ide her.“Kevin. What do you mean?”“Are you sure that’s my real name? I asked, clenching her ass tighter, knowing that I was going to spew my load deep in her pussy. “That’s the name I told you but are you sure? Do you like to have sex with strange men dirty wife? You don’t even know my real name.” Emelda looked slightly confused but in the heat of. No doubt about it, she was obviously in the midst of a huge climax. Her cries were muted but only because her mouth was crammed full. She held a life-like dildo by its balls and bobbed her head up and down it’s shaft as she came. Fuck oh fuck, how was this possible? Where did she keep her toy? When did she start to do this? So many questions, but right now I was rooted to the spot watching this incredible sight. I knew two things: my cock was rigid and, finally, I was watching my wife playing,. Her skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and as he knelt before her on the floor, his hands slid up her thighs and took her skirt with it. In one fluid motion his hands grabbed her skimpy little burgundy panties and pulled them down her thighs and over her knees. He had little trouble with her heels as he pulled them off her feet and dropped them on the floor. Like a good girl, Ashley’s feet remained in the air, and her legs remained open, presenting herself to him. Her pink lips glistened. " the words trailed off weakly as I opened her robe, pulling it off her shoulders and revealing her breasts, the nipples as stiff as I'd ever seen or felt them, and laid her back gently against Derek's bare thighs. My hand wandered quickly to between her thighs where, despite her early protestations, she was flowing onto the robe and the red hairs of her sex were dew-like and musky. As Sarah and Derek watched, I dropped to my knees and moved my tongue over her now dripping opening, teasing my.