One by one each guy emptied their balls into my wife's hairless white pussy. She took every one while still bent over. After the last grunt and moan a...d she had the contents of all their balls inside her she pulled up her panties and stood up straight and thanked them all. I knew something was up because she is always home at fifteen till five and here it was seven o clock. Once in the house she tossed her purse on the coffee table and told me she had a story to tell. She reached under her. Occasionally our eyes would meet and we'd fall silent, our mutual desire flowing quietly between us, until one of us pulled together enough willpower to break the loving eye contact.A new tension grew between us, it's root that Saturday night three weeks before. Now the first buds of renewed desire had sprouted and were growing stronger with each second we were together.I needed to find a way to let her know I was willing to do it again with her without coming right out and saying it. I thought. Her body communicated to her that she was completely stuffed. That was one of the few things she was absolutely certain of, under these otherwise confusing circumstances. It was almost unthinkable that she had understood Shaq correctly, like a shock to your belief system."W-w-what??"Shaq didn't answer but let his body sink lower into the backseat so it ended up more horizontal. Anna was totally connected and had to shuffle backwards to follow. Then he put his hands behind her back and made her. So, yeah, I’ve fantasized about you a lot.”“And when you do, so do you masturbate while you watch the porn and pretend like it’s me? Um, and I guess, do you cum thinking it’s me??”“Ok, so the answer to that is yes, and yes. So, question for you: how’s that make you feel?”“Hmmm, since we’re openly talking about that and sex now. Kind of makes me feel good I guess, knowing that another guy is attracted to me, and maybe a little horny that he’s thinking about fucking me,” she said with a smile and.