He was upset, not at what happened, but the lies that kept him in the dark.When I was done telling him, my husband walked over to the window, looking ...utside blankly, letting it all sink in, the lies and the deceit. He was shell shocked with the new information. Then he said something: “Mexico...was Mexico a part of this?” I put my head down, more tears coming out of my eyes. “Oh no,” he said. “FUCK NO! YOU DID NOT GO AWAY WITH THEM TO MEXICO AND LIE TO ME ABOUT IT!” My husband grabbed his. They entered the apartment without asking for permission,turned on the music loudly and one of themtore off my gown and pressed my head to his fly sharply.I unzipped his fly and pulled out a limp cock.He ordered me to take it into my mouth and gripped my hair so painfully that I even opened my mouth to say something to stop him.However,I couldn’t do that because his cock was in my mouth much faster than I uttered a sound.Though the cock was not stiff yet I wasn’t able to swallow the full. I moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, the warm smell of her hair and her perfume seeming so comforting to me.“Mmm… if you’re not careful, you’ll get me going again in a minute,” she said, my hands brushing over her tender breasts, down her stomach.“That’s fine by me,” I said softly, kissing her ear.She smiled, “But it’s my turn.”“Your turn?”“Don’t you know the rules? I show you mine, you have to show me yours.”“Ah. Well, if those are the rules…”“They are,” she. Liquid arousal trickles out of her pussy. With one single push, he thrusts his cock into her. It’s like lightning is bolting through her. His cock feels even bigger than the vibrator before, so very long and thick and hard. And it pulses with a life of its own and creates a burning, stinging rhythm, that she instinctively responses to. She sticks her ass up to him as far as she can, panting with desire for his cock. He pushes hard and thrusts deeper and deeper into her. His fingers dig into her.