Although, that just involved being with her, which was what I wanted. Neither one of us could stop smiling, it was impossible to stop. I would need so...ething like an ax piercing me through the head. I just held her tightly, and she did the same. We stayed silent, but eventually, I had to tell her I loved her again. Then I got up off her, and got onto my butt. I leaned back on the wall, and had her get on top of me. She was on her knees, and she guided my cock into her pussy. I had no idea how. I stayed on her clit and rubbed my index finger into her until she lowered her arms over her head and started to moan.My wife was standing right over me looking down as she said, “Maggie, I’ll be expecting a discount.”Maggie said, “Then I’ll be expecting more than just him fingering me.”My wife started laughing and said, “Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. You take care of my drippy sink and I’ll take care of your drippy pussy after my husband fills you up…lets say…three times tonight.”Again. Picking up a very sexy half-wired bra, mid-blue satin with cream lace edging, she ordered me to turn round and proceeded to help me into the bra, padding it out with some silken scarves. She next brought a matching deep garter belt, probably eight or nine inches deep, and placed it round my body. Every time her soft hands or arms touched me I could feel myself wanting to spurt but I managed, with some difficulty, to control the urge to just let it all cum. After that she told me to turn around. He pulled back on my hair with one hand and on my bound wrists with his other, and after what must have been five minutes of the same hard pounding, moaned and spasmed inside me. He collapsed right on top of me, and I could feel how sweaty he was, his chest sliding against my back. I could feel that his cock was barely getting soft, but he pulled out and undid the handcuffs. He picked up my shirt and boxers, grabbed one nipple hard enough that I yelped, and pulled me to the door. He let go,.