Now she was facing him, and he touched himself as he fondled her with his eyes. The vines pulled her closer to him and started lowering her pussy down...over his waiting rock-hard cock. The vines moved slowly, and she could feel his head touch her swollen pussy lips. The vines didn't stop there, but kept pushing his dick deep into her waiting womanhood. She felt his cock go past her lips, and her organ gripped his manhood tightly as his the ridge on his head moved up into her pussy and bottomed. She sounds so good… if I wasn’t witnessing the death of my marriage I would be dripping wet, unable to pull my clothes off fast enough to join them.. Listening to her on the verge of tears as he strokes her deep yet gently… he’s so intense when he’s fucking. I know what she’s feeling.. with every stroke I can almost feel it myself… but she is not me… and I don’t know who she is or why she’s in my bed with my husband. My heart is crushed. I can’t breathe, I can’t see. I didn’t even see her face.. ”“As you wish Sir.” I can tell I have angered him as he ties the blindfold on very roughly, not with the usual gentle touches as in the past. Suddenly his hands grasp my head and without warning his cock is deep my throat causing me to gag. It does not slow his thrusting as he fucks my mouth harder than he ever has, not backing off to let me catch my breath. Tears running down my face, I am confused. He notices the tears and pulls away from me. “Stand.” His tone is almost cruel, but still has. Surely my having such feelings must complicatethe likelihood that I could get a girlfriend.Seeing the angst in my face, Miriam said, "Am I right in thinking thatyou're blaming your wanting to feel pretty as one of the reasons whyyou don't have a girlfriend?"Hearing my thoughts vocalized made me want to cry again. Miriam reachedtoward me as if to hold me again and I said, "I'll make your shoulderwet, or wetter."Miriam laughed out loud, and then I laughed through the few tears thatwere trying to.