Waiting. And thinking about her. What did I know about her? So much and yet so little. We had watched each other masturbate on videos, I had seen pict...res of her face, and I had heard recordings of her voice. We had exchanged personal information. I knew about her family, her health, her relationships. But I had never met her. I had never spoken directly with her. Watching her masturbate didn’t make up for that. She was a stranger with whom I had more than a passing familiarity with her pussy. I gladly give it to him. He sweeps inside my mouth with passion that swept me to an oasis where he only exist. I moan. My tongue and his duel and that fuels our passion for each other. He pulls my leg to he end of the couch. I am now lying on the couch and he never stops kissing me. He is straddling me, enough to keep me in place but not enough to squish me. His kisses are so addicting. He pulls away."You're definitely not frigid." He says with a grin on his face. He descends back to my lips.. She slowly moved her position to enable the inquisitive Kishan fondling her ass, kishan got the message and applied some spit on to his sucked cock and parted her ass, with one quick motion he pushed his huge rod into her, my wife yelped as he did it, he was slow , had a firm grip on her ass and was thrusting down hard on her.The sight was like that of a fairy tale, to see my wife in the middle of the hall being fucked by two men, one fucking her from the back , the other having his cock sucked. When she couldn't take anymore, she groaned, “God baby, take me to the shower.” I stuck my lips to her ear and said, “Go hop in. I'll be there in a second.” As she disappeared into the shower, the steam warming the bathroom, I walked over to the toilet and relieved myself. Finishing up, I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and then stepped into the shower, sliding in behind her. She turned and kissed me as the water pelted down on us. As I rubbed the side of her body and back, she.