She looked up at once in a while, her eyes wide open and fill with love. I began lifting my hips off the bed to fuck her mouth, and aunt slipped one o... her fingers in my ass. Just then I came, shooting a hot stream of cum into her gulping gullet. She tried to get away, but spurts of it splattered all over her face and chin and she smiled and said “I love this cock of yours.”I kept on pressing and squeezing her breasts and her nipples. She was moaning and groaning like mad. I gazed at her long. Seemed, a bit lazy in my opinion, but it fit the job well. He smiled at his little lass, and replied "Let's have a look." He put her up on what seemed to be a massage table. I assumed that, until she layed up on it, and it was moved up like a chair, to look just like a wooden examination table at a gynecology place. She had her legs closed, and the sexiest look on her face. The husband laughed, "Now now, where is this itch?" She half wittedly parted her legs just a bit, looking up at her. My mind now filled with lust, I started to suck on his fingers. By doing so, I somehow felt as if I was fulfilling a desire. A desire I didn’t know I had before. A desire to wrap my lips around something while being pleasured.I began to imagine his thick cockhead in my mouth instead of the fingers. The thought made me even more excited.As suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were withdrawn from my mouth after some minutes.Why’d he stop? I wondered needily, but didn’t say anything.But his. ”“Well, then you felt he was safe for some other reason. Safe enough to open up to. Safe enough to want to make love with.”Jessica smiled, “No, I wanted to fuck.”“Why? To try to hurt me? To try to hurt Kara? To destroy our marriage? To scratch an itch?”“I thought I was free to make those decisions.”I nodded, “You were and you are. But you were adamant about being only with me for the rest of your life. Something changed. I’m wondering what that change was. I know he was your secret fantasy,.