She turns around, "I will go wear something, you sit here and take whatever you want from the breakfast". "It's ok, don't bother, I will just drink so...e coffee and go" Really is that why she should not bother, he thinks, "you should go back to sleep."She rolls her eyes, smiles, narrows her sparkly brown eyes and says "whatever, you are trouble; you cannot think when hipsters are stuck in your head". She noticed he was gazing.She takes his hand again and pulls him the direction of the sofa.. A second guy followed the first and waked up to my wife. She took his length into her mouth as the sounds of Connie and the first guy, obviously fucking, could clearly be heard. The second guy, in my wife's mouth, placed his hands on the back of her head and began throat-fucking her. My wife was gagging and her eyes filled with tears, yet he was relentless. I did notice that my wife seemed to maintain eye contact with him as he trusted into her throat... even as my wife's eyes filled with. She burst in just before I came. It shot to the other end of the bed. She caught sight of the picture on my laptop in front of me. It was her pussy with her very recognisable 'runway' of neatly trimmed brown pubes."Where did you get this" She said in an ice voice"P-P-Portugal" I stammered back"You took pics of me while i was asleep?" She said in her very quiet dangerous voice"Yes" was all i could manage back, my fear taking hold.She slowly walked across the room and I was acutely aware of my. So when Roger had plugged the DVD in and a new porn film came on, it was OK that Carl and Ivy were there. Nothing could happen between two married couples, could it? The film was not XXX. More like XX, really. The only niggling little problem with that was, it actually had a plot of sorts, and worse, the plot was plausible. The scenes unfolding could with a bit of imagination happen in a normal life. That thought alone made Jen a bit tense as the film worked its effects its audience. That was.