Then we walked inside."Why don't you have a seat on the couch, make yourself more comfortable," I suggested, and Anita immediately did just that. "Wou...d you like something to drink, maybe a glass of wine?" she looked at me and said "Some wine, if that is ok?"I smiled warmly at her and put the AC on high cool then brought two glasses of wine as we sat close on the love seat. We took sips of wine as I watched her in her eyes, after minutes of silence watching each other's eyes. I gently turned. The fake cock strap-on was really large probably 8 inches long but about 3 inches around. I tried to think what she must look like with it shoved up her and who was doing the shoving. I went over to the nightstand and open the door on it only to find all kinds of lubes and toys that her and my son must use. There were handcuffs and a couple different vibes along with a blindfold. I was so fucking horny that I went back and grabbed the panties and wrapped my cock in them and jacked off when I. He stood beside the bed, got off his tie, his shirt, his undershirt, too. I watched, and said, truthfully, "Nice body." Belt open, pants off. Jockey shorts, having a hard time hiding an erection. I had not seen anything like that, except my husband's. This was why I was here! He seemed to hesitate. "I'm not sure about this, with you married and all..." I sat up on the edge of the bed. "Come here," I said, got my arms on his waist, pulled him to me, between my legs, opened my mouth, and let my. He must have thought he was dreaming---but he quickly realized that this was no dream.Some will no doubt find it difficult to fathom such a thing. How could any husband, they will say, ever willingly allow another man to have sex with his wife, let alone give them his permission to make a baby together? It's a valid question, but the answer to it, I fear, would be nearly impossible to explain that (in terms that many would understand).But let me say here that as I stood looking at Mara and Omar.