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 scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. I could have acted like a jerk and stopped it but deep down I didn't want to stop her. One night after she and Mike had been in our bedroom alone for over an hour she told me that she had allowed him to have intercourse with her. He just smiled at me and told me she was a great lay. After he had left I asked my wife if there was anyway I could watch her have sex with him? She said she would ask Mike if he was OK with me watching. A little bit about Mike, he was raised on a farm in west Georgia,. Never did it ever cross my mind that anyone would be interested in me at my own house. It was the beginning of the summer before my junior year. A long time friend of mine, Jack, and I had just decided to go steady and become an item. We hadn’t done anything yet except make out since it was still early in our relationship. I still held on to my precious v-card. I wasn’t a prude, but I definitely would not ever be considered a slut. Even though I was aware of my body, I was definitely more of a. "That's it, now take it in your mouth and suck me." He obediently wrapped his mouth around her swollen nipple and did as she wanted. She took his hand and pushed it into the hole in her nylons. "That's it, yes, oh yes, if you are as good with your cock as you are with your hands and tongue, I don't think I will be able to handle it." He reached down and unzipped his pants and then leaned forward and yanked her pantyhose to the floor and pressed her back onto the kitchen table. She hopped up and.