"On your knees whore," he said. Devin smiled. He loved dirty talk.Sandra quickly complied, looking up at him expectantly. He quickly pulled off his sh...rts and boxers, leaving his hard cock hanging in front of her face. Again she felt a pang of guilt as she looked over at her loving husband. He was beaming though. She took the tip in her mouth.The first taste of a new cock had always been exciting. Sandra was convinced that she could have told Devin or any of her old boyfriends just from having. “Well…” she allowed. “Okay then,” he said. “If you’re not going to be honest with me then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” She bit her lower lip.“Oh,” he said, with a disgusted tone. “It’s Him. Isn’t it? This has something to do with He-Who-Shall-Not-be-Named. Did you let him fuck you in the ass?”“It’s not like that,” she said. “Isn’t it? If you won’t tell me the truth, then I just--”“I’ll tell you. I will. Give me a second.” She sat up and brushed her hair back behind her ears. He sat up. Jane said, “Its OK, Di”Pete said “It's not as if we haven't seen it already....If it helps....” and he proceded to remove his trousers and pants to reveal a rock hard cock.Jane removed her dress to stand in lacy bra and knickers and stockings.I must have looked confused so Pete came up to me and lead me to the settee.I sat down without complaint and my jeans and pants still around my ankles. He knelt down and pulled them off. He pushed my legs apart and leaned forward to place his stubbly chin. .. maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a sort of shelf-like corner, accessible by a pull-down set of ordinary attic stairs. "Hi, honey... how was the shooting?"She turned quickly, startled at hearing another voice. "Oh, you're not working!" she shouted over the din. "I was just thinking of coming up to say hello, but l didn't want to.