I stand watching, rubbing myself some ten feet away as my wife of fifteen years buries her head at the base of his shaft, while holding the tip gently...with her hand. The smile she gives him, watching his expression(s) as she licks and worships the cock that satisfies her most.If you are astute at reading people she doesn’t have to say a word. Her emotions (and actions) are never revealed verbally to me as I fuck her sloppy seconds afterwards. But you know. You know she really enjoys his. Ryan didn't feel the pain from the slap, but he felt the vibrations. What the fuck? He had never felt the vibrations before and it made him wonder. Ryan didn't feel much like talking, so Paula worked quietly. The only sound heard in the stylish bed room was from her hands as she manipulated his flesh.This time Ryan could feel Paula's hair on his bare back. He was going to comment, but he liked the feel of the hair on his body. When she moved to the right arm, she had to reach across the bed.. I confirmed that Abbie was at work but had left her phone in her room; this seemed to make Jan a little less stressed. Jan went on to say that her car was in for repairs, her husband was away on business for at least a week and that she needed a lift to a town a good few miles away for a job interview. She had previously made arrangements with Abbie to take her but she had obviously forgotten. Jan had enquired about a taxi but it was too expensive and that there was no way to get there on time. They should have told me before I took the vacation. Sure i was paid for the vacation but it was a far cry from what we had spent on vacation. Now I watched as Sarah lifted Sams tennis ball sized testicles and licked from just short of his asshole to take each giant ball in her lovely mouth, A mouth that had only tasted my body. Now she seemed to be loving the fate that life had delt her. I had come home from looking for work, in vain. Sarah had me sit down. I listened as she told me about her.