She was tipsy, yet not sloppy-drunk. Then again, we were on vacation where no one knew us… and she seemed equally excited. I felt her rock-hard nipp...es poking into my middle back.“I just have ONE request” whispered my wife.“Yes?” I toyed, “and what might THAT be?”“Please don’t cum inside of her” my wife said, still gently stroking me, “You can cum ON her or in her mouth, but NOT inside of her…. I want THAT pleasure ALL to myself.”I then turned to face my wife, my hard cock pressing against her. His lips pressed to her navel as his hands expertly slid her jeans over her hips leaving her delicate lace panties in place. His gentle kisses traced the jeans down her long slender legs as he removed them first from the right foot and then the left, leaving a trail of loving kisses in their wake. She knew that she had goose pimples and just that simple act had stirred a warming within her thighs. His hands slowly reached up to the collar of her blouse and she felt his fingers reach for the top. Actually, I thought, she acted the same way when she went with Clara. I never knew until some stress was put on her. After Grace left for her appointment with the psychiatrist on Wednesday evening I watched on the tracker program as she repeated what had happened the week before. She picked up her lover and drove to the Best Western. Now, I just had to sit back and wait. I was pretending to be asleep when she got home so we didn’t converse as she undressed and slid quietly into bed. I guess she. Rudy started to feverishly finger her clit. Even though he was getting great pleasure out of this he didn’t want to come that fast, so he took his big dick slowly out of her mouth. He told her to lay down and he told her it would hurt a little. She said it was okay and slowly he started to insert his huge member into his daughter. This was the tightest pussy he ever had in his life and it felt great, he slowly moved in until he came into contact with her cherry. He stopped and then slowly went.