.. ours! As Sheryl is saying this I look over at Lisa. She has a grin on her face, but seems less sure of herself. Like she's caught in a game she did...'t intend on, but still fascinated at the possibilities. I'm laying there completely helpless when Sheryl pulls the blanket off of me. I'm laying there, arms immobilized by casts, and a huge erection that has found it's way out of my boxer shorts. I am helpless as she reaches down and takes my hard dick in her hand. The touch of her soft hand is. The point of the huge switchblade had pressed the skin on the side of his windpipe about as far in as it could go without drawing blood. This all happened in about half a second. The man had crossed the eight feet from the edge of the dining room to where Joe was standing so quick he had no time to react.The image of her first husband flashed through her mind. "Not again!" she thought. It had been all going so well up to now."Please don't hurt him." She said, thinking about her previous husband. It excited me and I quickly reached an exquisite orgasm cumming inside my wife. She waited until I had finished and then rolled out from under me, her lips finding my cock and she began sucking me as her tongue tormented the head just how I liked it. She continued sucking long after she had drained me, loving my flaccid penis as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world.Looking up at me she whispered, "Oh G, what have I done?" Her finger slipped over my lips as if to hush me, there was. She once told me that if she has sex only once a day that she would be on a dry spell. Usually she had sex twice a day with two different guys. She would have a guy spend the night with her, fuck him that night and in the morning then have a different guy spend the night and repeat the process ever day of the week. But things changed when she met a guy named Rick. I moved on from the call center job that i worked at and moved on to greener pastures after a while. Of course i kept in contact.