It all started when during the course of having sex, I mentioned to her that I would like to try to suck a guy off. To my surprise, my wife said it wa... always her fantasy to see me to suck a cock and get fucked by a man. We decided that we would try to make it happen. Like many of fantasies, they always and should always remain a fantasy; nevertheless our fantasy, through the magic of a computer, there were lines of men just waiting for us to invite them into our little circle. This all came to. ”“Yes indeed. I’m afraid my young wife here was quite taken with his features.”“Oh ho, she’s a naughty girl then?” the fat man laughed.“Exactly. Now what I need is a school cane or two. I thought I saw some here the other day.”His wife was blushing red with embarrassment. She wandered off to a corner of the shop where she began admiring souvenir tea towels.“I understand perfectly, Sir. Yes you did see some. They’re over here. Still a surprisingly popular item Sir, despite the modern. Riding his cock and finger slowly I unlocked my my lips from his and moved my lips to his neck and ears to allow the both of us to take in much needed air. My lips were level with his ear as my panting breath must have been stimulating his erogenous zones as his lips were in the much the same area and were doing the most wondrous things to my neck and ears with his heavy breathing. "Lower your ass on my cock!" panted Jeff lustfully.Obeying his request dutifully, I grabbed the base of his cock. Her head fell on my cheeks and her sweat stuck to my skin. We didn’t mind the closed circuit cameras. She smiled at me.We reached the hotel after a sumptuous dinner. I threw the bags and fell on the bed. I turned my head and there she was. She stood there with her pallu dropped.Her heavy boobs inviting and they packed quite a punch. She walked slowly towards me, smiling, dragging her saree. She crawled onto me.I reached out to her boobs and placed my hands on her blouse. I squeezed them gently..