I waited at the top of the basement steps, about 10 minutes, until I heard the sounds of the bed moving and the familiar panting of my wife. My cock w...s harder then it has ever being, as I anticipated my next move. I was going to see my 40-year-old, mother of two, wife being fucked by her 20-year-old college student stud. I quietly open the basement door and crawled down the hallway to the open door of the master anticipating the site I was about to see. I peeked around the door and into the. “Hey, uhm, David ... uh ... I don’t know ... I’ll be back,” Tim said and bolted.Hmm, curious.I finished my Mountain Dew and went to get another one. I found Yuri talking to Roc and my half brother, Phil.“Where are we going for our trip?” Phil asked.Yuri and Roc looked at him curiously.“We’re going for a guys’ week with my dad, uncle, Greg and David,” Phil explained.It felt a little weird when he said it that way, but he was right. His dad was my dad.“It’s a surprise,” I said.“What do you mean,. Looking at us one would wonder why we were friends. Our wives were just as different. Bob’s wife, Marion, struck me as defined by a single word the day we met. Willowy. Tall, slender without being bony or skinny, she carried herself as if she had been trained to walk like she was fluid. Her long legs entranced me way back then and still do, these many years later. When we met she was blond. When the kids came along she changed to her natural brown hair and never went back to blond. My wife,. She had an orgasm,she was exhausted. I dranked it.It tasted good but to be frank I didn’t liked it at first but now I am addicted to it.She was lying exhausted.My dick was at its maximum size.So I came close to her and gently inserted it inside hers.It was toughest part.I was pushing pushing it but it didn’t enter at last it entered with screamy pain. I am sure that the next room would have heared the scream.I was moving it faster.Mshaaaah smhaaaaah maaaaaah.My dick had a few traces of blood.