We spoke and had lots of wine I caught Gwen a few times smiling at Bob while myself and Bob drank wine , I was getting a bit drunk after a few glass...s and saw that the heat between my wife Gwen and Bob pick up , I noticed bob looking a bit uncomfortable as he was lower , my wife and Bob were looking at each other as if they wanted to fuck each other , I heard a moan from Bob and knew something was happening under the table , I looked them and noticed that they were glued at each other , I. As Leslie’s body makes the steep climb toward Mount Orgasm, her lips remain enthusiastically glued onto my shaft. Her not so veiled threat to my lover Becky hasn’t set too well with me. Moments ago she acted as if she was in complete control, telling my lover what she was going to do and the consequences of her actions. I figure its time to retake control and so the bantering begins. “Do you like that Leslie? Do you like sucking cock?” I tease. She simply moans around my cock in response. “Well. The scene was amazing. As Fatima was dusky in color, her nipples were black and she had big areolas.Suddenly, Fatima pulled my t-shirt and sat on me. I was sucking for her boobs like a mad kid. She started moaning loud and that made me even more aroused. She got down and pulled my boxer. My cock was in 90 degrees and was pointed towards the roof.Fatima went down and started giving me a blowjob. One thing I have experienced – married women give wonderful blowjobs!Then I lifted her and we were in. I was starting to get a little nervous.She looked over at me, "Maybe you're a faggot. I mean, it's your fantasy. You're the one imagining me with a dick." "Am not!" I shouted, maybe a little too quickly. I stood up and started pacing. "I can't end this," I finally admitted. "I can't seem to wake up from this deranged dream. I was scared and my body was shaking a little."Okay, okay," she said slowly as she stepped toward me, her voice soothing. "You're not gay. Maybe we should just go with this.