“Touch me, please I need it” I whisper like the desperate slut I have become. You touch me finally, and I moan gratefully, well actually I...��m close to crying tears of relief and I haven’t even come yet. Your fingers slide into my hot soaking hole and my head falls to the side as I can already feel my first orgasm growing. My breath quickens and my hands find my breasts and knead them, then you stop. I cannot believe it! I am almost angry with you, and all ‘you’ can do is smile. I. And I do it with the self-satisfied awareness that my husband’s waiting at home for me, knowing that as he dutifully, reverently keeps true to me I’m being anything but true to him. Because that’s the way it works in our marriage. While Hubby waits at home for me, aroused as he imagines what I’m doing, my chosen lover is having his way with me.He’s driving me wild with his big hard black cock, making me beg for it, telling me to suck it, or stroke it, or put it in me. And I gratefully comply. So he work his hand higher up. With a pretty girl on his lap and his hand up her dress, hubby said it was a good thing he was wearing a loose-fitting Santa suit, otherwise the girl on his lap might have discovered the 'north pole' poking up between his legs. All the while Viktoria stood there, never letting on what was happening under her dress. Hubby's fingers had reached the top of her thigh and he could feel the warmth emanating from the sweet candyland between her legs. Suddenly, she. “Down on your knees.”Nick helped me and then they both secured me to rings on the floor so that I was on my knees, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.Nick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with her fingers so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her touch. When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my eyes, which I’d squeezed shut,.