I reveled in the images and feeling of your tongue dancing across them, taunting, nipping and alerting my clit to attention. I could feel my sex start...to swell and moisture leak from its opening.Now on my back I reached for the dildo and inserted the bullet, switching it on and feeling my pussy reacting already to its hum. I first touched her with my own lubed fingers, and basked in the memory of your touch. Your mouth wrapped around one nipple as your fingers gently explore and tease my clit. ’ I rise as she walks up to me and takes my glass from me. ‘Another glass?’ She asks with a sparkle in her eye. ‘Yes, please. You want to know another secret?’ I ask as I follow her to the kitchen. ‘What’s that?’ She asks as she pulls out another bottle and uncorks it. ‘I have finished the forth book.’ I tell her. ‘What? I thought you said it was a trilogy?’ She pours and refills both of our glasses. ‘Well, it’s a prequel to the trilogy, giving more back story and such.’ I pick up my glass and. That someone else had cum inside of my wife! My intellectual mind knew this, and I should have been furious…. Yet, I felt compelled to tenderly lick my wife’s recently used and abuse pussy. As I lapped at my wife’s center, Connie now lay over me, her breasts mashed into my back.“You’re enjoying this” Connie whispered, “aren’t you?”I simply moaned in response. As I did, Connie’s hand slid down my back and in-between my butt cheeks. She felt for my scrotum and I found myself lifting my hips to. Jenny struggled with her bra. It was a reflex. The fine stretch material sprung away from her breasts as she struggled to hold it in place. It was a futile effort to cover herself. The transparent material hid nothing. It was more of an emotional barrier than visual. To the savage in front of her, it was a sign of capitulation. To her husband, it was an outrage that the woman he loved was baring herself to strangers.Jenny let it fall away from her. She knew from the previous time to let her.