The fantasy of my wife cuckolding me was just that, a great fantasy. I knew that Jozel was far too loving and respectful of my wishes for her to take ... lover behind my back and cheat on me, I thought with regret. But now as I watched Damon chatting up my lovely wife the thought was suddenly back there with strength, causing me an unexpected pang of jealousy and desire. What if I encouraged things along? "What if..." I found myself thinking with perverse enjoyment. As I approached the flirting. Quickly she began to build again the flush darkening across her chest and her nipple growing harder in my mouth and my finger rubbed her g-spot inside her. I was slowly and softly stroking it, not putting a lot of pressure against her g-spot. She was moving her hips and sighing softly as the pressure built inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, I could see the fire in all its glory in her eyes as she pushed me back. I moved back and rose to my feet. Her hands went quickly to my cock. I bite my lip again, knowing I've reached my allowed limits of teasing him. I release my bottom lip from my teeth; I lean in and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. My lips tighten on just the head, I begin to flick my tongue side to side quickly, and stroke him lightly with my fingers. I slowly begin to push my mouth further onto his cock; I feel it brush past my tongue ring. He shifts under me; he lets out a soft moan. I remove my fingers, and I slide my mouth all the way down his. "No."I finally let my robe fall to the ground, standing before her in heels and stockings."This is."I leapt onto the massage table and straddled Maxwell's face. Obediently, he put out his tongue and I gasped. Karissa looked up at me with her green eyes bulging. Her right hand was passing over Maxwell's rippling abdomen while her left was stroking his cock, almost instinctively."This is wrong," she said."You're not... ah... you're not stopping," I said between moans. Maxwell was eating me out..