I knelt down, and put my face just inches from her now dripping pussy. I took a few shots in close-up mode. I asked if I could touch her. She paused, ...hen said ok, so I put my camera down, took my fingers and felt her wet pussy. It was a mix of pee and her lubrication. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them. Now I was insane with arousal. I asked her if I could lick her pussy. She said no. Then she said not yet. Beth cleaned up, but left her pants and panties off, so now she was. ‘Let me go, damn it.’ ‘Ask me nicely,’ he says again, this time closer, a whisper in my ear. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ Trying to break free, I wiggle on his lap. He chuckles. ‘Do that again.’ ‘No, let me go, perv.’ ‘I like it when you protest.’ He breathes warmly on my neck. His breath smells minty like his aftershave. He nudges my hair aside with his chin, smooth from shaving this morning. He kisses my shoulder where it slopes up to my neck. I don’t want to be angry. Not with him. I lean back. I tilt my. She had opened doors that should have stayed shut tight, accepting her arousal at physical pleasure regardless of the source, allowed herself to enjoy strangers taking what should have been his alone. She had betrayed their marriage, discarded his love in her desire for sex, wild, outrageous sex, and then she had dragged him through that open door, against his will, to leave him sitting here, lusting after the naked girl on stage, waiting to see his once-loving wife expose herself for this. She was enjoying the pleasure that I was giving her just as much as she had enjoyed the pain earlier. Funny but I was enjoying giving her the pleasure just as much as I had enjoyed giving her the pain earlier too.When I cum in her I said, “Leave it in there. Don’t wash it out. Then see if you can get Dad to fuck you in the morning while you are bent over the kitchen table. I want to sneak down and watch.”Mom kissed me goodnight and returned to Dad’s bed. In the morning she woke me up while Dad.