Calling her a slut definitely made things worse. I decided at that moment I should sleep on our couch downstairs, to allow us time to cool off before ...e continue discussing it later.The next morning I woke to the sound of bacon splattering in a pan. As I entered our kitchen, I found Megan cooking breakfast for herself and I could tell she was still bothered by my words the night before. She was wearing her tight black silk teddy she wears to bed most nights, and I'm sure no underwear. I’ve missed having a man in me, instead I have been using a vibrator.”She put her nighty back on. “mark, let’s have some breakfast before we to do it again.”After we ate, I put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher while mum cleaned up the food. Then we sat in the living room with another cup of coffee.To get the conversation going, she asked, “Well, now that you are no longer a virgin, what do you think about sex?”“Mum, that was great mum. Does this mean I can sleep with you?”“Well, we can. .he moaned saying loudly..."ah fuck..so fucking tight...ugh..this bitch is tight...nice fucking fit..ugh" He pounded her pussy and I could hear her faintly moaning and her pussy started to make fart sounds and his cock tightly griped the walls of her cunt...Steve stood next to my wife's face...her sweet face...and he took his cock and probed her lips...her tongue snaked out and I see continued to moan....Nick was fucking her savagely....ever bit as savagely as I had fucked her earlier...he. He loved them. She knew he did from lots of past experiences. Still, something wasn’t quite right as of that moment. She wasn’t feeling “it” as of that point. No arousing signals letting her know he was the one. No feelings or sensations which told her, in a manner of speaking, that whatever they were about to do was going to be magnificent. Nope, she was not feeling it one bit at all. Still, she sat there in that humongous tub of his, and she sat against him comfortably and she never seemed to.