I closed my mouth and nodded. ‘You also watched me masturbate.’ She said unnerving me with her easy going, calm voice. She turned to look at me, r...ised her hand and pulled my chin up, turning my head to meet her eyes with mine, she used the same hand she masturbated with. I could smell the fragrance of her fresh nectar, the wetness staining my skin. All I could smell was her sweet orgasm under my nose, an intoxicating smell I wanted to rub myself against like a cat rubbing against a toy draped. I can almost feel your hands on me, and your hard-on probing the depths of my greedy love hole. Minutes pass and another glass of wine goes down followed by another. In the back of my mind I know I should be faithful, a good girl, but each time I glance around I see your wanton gaze inviting me onto you and the bad girl in me takes over. She needs to fuck, and she needs to fuck right now. More precisely she needs to fuck you right now. She knows that you can give her what her boyfriend cant. " I did as I was told, pushing my tongue into her cunt whilst flicking her bean gently with my wet thumb. I strummed harder and pushed deeper as Debbie reacted... I could tell she was getting close. Her breathing got louder and quicker, and then her body strained and stiffened. "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck I'm cumming..." and Debbie reached her climax. While Debbie recomposed herself I undressed. I was stark-bollock naked in front of her, while she panted on the floor. I lowered myself, and putting. The frown deepened. “I’m doing this for you, Sammy,” she said. “To make sure you’re okay. So that you can concentrate on schoolwork. So, it doesn’t bother you anymore. You’re doing better with the head there. Does that feel any better?”“A little. It still hurts.” It didn’t hurt at all.“Okay, you just need some practice.”“What would Dad say if he saw us right now?” Sam’s hand moved faster.“Sam, stop talking about your father.”“You … ah … brought him up. Are you a … ah … good wife … doing this.