He gave a quick bark of surprise and said something to his friend, who also turned and looked me right in the face. I was busted. Far from freaking ou..., the guy who was fucking my wife casually stood up and padded over to me. He tapped me on the shoulder and said "You come in now," in heavily accented English. My wife recovered from her exertions, looked at me, and smiled. "Well, look who's here!" she beamed, rolling over on her back and spreading her legs wide. The other man popped his cock. The scrawny boy I remembered from high school was gone, replaced by a truck of a man. I could see, even under the tight fit of his Carhart undershirt, that his chest and abs were firm and tight. I could see every ridge of his muscles in his chest through that shirt... His skinny arms were replaced with massive tree trunks. His whole demeanor had changed. He was strong and confident. His physical appearance, was rugged and sexy. I could feel a sudden wetness start to build within my pussy just. She hugged herself to me, still shivering. Serena spoke for the first time since we had begun; she’d never done anything like that before; it blew her away. Serena stepped in front of the trestle, leaned forward and rested her hands on the timber, her breasts hanging erotically, legs parted, bum thrust out behind her, swollen slit open between her thighs, and looked back over her shoulder at me, a leering smile of invitation over her face. She looked irresistible. I answered her call. My cock. I reach over and start rubbing his hard on through his jeans, after a few minutes of rubbing, I unbutton and unzip his jeans. I reach in his boxers and pull his cock through the hole. I check the road again making sure there's no cars coming from either direction, I lean down and take his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip as I move my hand up and down on his cock. I hear him moan, so I take him into my mouth as far as he would, go swirling my tougue around as I went, knowing he.