We go to a coffee shop with booths and we choose the one that is most private, we don't want any distractions. You sit next to me, and try to kiss me,...but I hold you back because your naughty, and you need punishing!While we are waiting for our coffee I let my leg fall against your thigh, you feel amazing and I want you..... but I fight my urges. Your hands are soft, smooth and warm, your right hand is sliding up my thigh to test my earlier claim. You feel my silky bare skin of my pussy at your. She wanted to feel this slow rolling boil of sensation last longer and longer, not wanting it to end just yet. Even more powerful, more affecting on her mind, was the realization that it didn't matter what she wanted. There didn't seem to be any way she could change her situation, her sensations, she was trapped, a captive of these strange new dreams.She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan of pleasure and frustration and desire, all wrapped up in one. In that. Upon a closer look, I can see that the man fucking her pussy isn't fucking her pussy at all, but he's fully fucking her ass. And that was something that she NEVER allowed me to do.So as I stand outside the bedroom door, I consider what to do. After a few minutes of watching my wife getting royally fucked by these two men, I decide to make my presence known.Well, that might have been a bad decision, because instead of stopping fucking her, they just kept on going, like I wasn't even there. It. Now she was sitting on the slap of the kitchen and spread her legs she was not wearing the panty. I asked her why is she not wearing a panty and again she surprised by saying that she was masturbating with a candle which was quite huge. She said I don’t know but since I came to your house i felt like getting fucked and getting fucked hard.Now I was confident and I immediately undressed her and started licking her boobs. now she was getting horny and was sounding very high she hold my head.