I put my ear against the door and could hear a slapping sound and a soft grunt here and there. I was already damp from the show, now I really started ...o get wet. I held off on touching myself because I knew I wouldn't be able to be quite about it. I stayed at the door till it sounded like he might have finished and I slipped back to my room. I closed the door, ripped off my cloths and hopped onto my bed. I started rubbing up and down my lips avoiding my clit. I started thinking about what just. " That was the highest possible praise that she could bestowupon a servant!I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for the opportunity, YourMajesty! You're far too kind!" I turned to gather the used towels as shewalked past me. I bent over (on purpose) to pick up a towel from thefloor, but she was already out the door. Disappointed at not beinggroped, I started to hang one of the towels to dry. Suddenly, I felt asharp sting across my naked thighs, accompanied by the loud "whack" of awet towel. Licking her pussy clean is one thing, licking someones freshly deposited cum an entire new thing for me. I was to turned on, none of that mattered to me. Until my own reality hit me. I knew then what she was about to say next as my heart raced. My wife said “He came inside me at least five times and I loved feeling his warm cum shooting deep inside me where no man has ever gone, especially not you” "What, no condoms? Are you nuts?" I said. She replied, "I'm pretty sure he made me pregnant. I feel like I’m already a puddle at his feet. I look up into his eyes again and invite him for another kiss. He leans in and resumes making my mind and body ache even more for him. I lift my left leg and fold it around his right calf. The fabric of my tights slips slightly over the denim of his jeans, but my leg remains comfortably hooked around his. I want to twist my figure and melt into him. I feel his warmth radiate into my body and press against him some more. My right hand travels from.