I knew she would, but my patience was running out. I tried not to let it show, or to let it effect us. We were in the den, watching TV again. She was ...aying on her side, with her head in my lap, while I stroked her hair. She sighed, and rolled on her back, looking up at me. Several seconds of silence were broken at last, by the words I had been waiting for. "Thanks for being patient, honey," she said softly. "Are you ready to hear about it?" I managed not to scream 'yes! For God's sake!',. Chris said " just in time to watch us fuck! How's your pussy slut ready for more". Joan shook her head.Chris turned to face me. She grabed my cock and guided herself on me. We had a good rhythm going. Then we switched places. I got on top if her and started to fuck her hard. I'm thinking all the time. Here I am this sexy red head CD fucking this girl half my age. Like it's the last time I'll fuck. What a sight to see I'm sure. Finally I pulled out and sprayed Joan's face with. As they kissed Sandy’s hand moved down between my wife’s legs as she inserted two fingers into her vagina and began massaging the insides of her pussy. My wife spread her legs wider and leaned back revealing to the camera her pussy. She had shaved her pussy so that it made a heart out of her pubic hair. It was very hot looking. Then Sandy grabbed some Astro-Glide lubricant from her bag and smeared it all over the hand that had been inside my wife’s now highly sensitive pussy. Then she applied a. The phone rang, it was time, he was waiting for me in the bar. As I left my apartment I felt the cool breeze playing with the damp heat between my legs reminding me that any attempt by me to ignore my tingling pussy was futile. Entering the bar I felt my stomach come into my throat when he made eye contact with me and smiled. I could feel myself blushing but the beaming smile on my face spoke for me. Standing up he towered over me. Looking down at me he held his arms apart for a hug. Still.