I know exactly what he’s feeling as my wife’s pussy swallows his penis with each thrust she welcomes from him. I know the pleasure his throbbing c...ck is giving her and her reaction to him confirms this as an indisputable fact. I can tell when she first starts to feel her orgasm beginning by the way she moans, holds his hips controlling his thrust to maximize her climax and pleasure. I can also tell from his moans and the way his ass cheeks are tensing as he thrust his cock deeply into her, that. I cautiously stepped out in my slutty little dress, scanning the area for onlookers. To my relief (and a small amount of disapointment) there were none. He led me to the back of the car and stepped behind me, sandwiching me roughly between himself and the car. He began to kiss the back of my neck and grind his throbbing cock against my arse as he fondled me through my skimpy outfit. He place his hand on my back and bent me over the back of the car which revealed the zip on the back of my. "She was silent for so long that I wondered if she had gone back to bed, and then I heard the door opening. She had such a look of genuine gratitude on her face; I realized that my gut instinct to go to her and apologize was correct. I bet it had been a very long time since anyone asked her to do something, as opposed to ordering her around.Her smile was touched at the corners, with two tears. There was one tear that ran down each side of her face, and framed her smile.She looked positively. There was always something about nature and my body, my earliest memories being nude and either running, lying, or swimming, my mother fighting with me to wear clothes, 'One day', she would shout, 'you will get into serious trouble', I am older now, and she was right, as life has taught me about her threat, but she was wrong in one aspect of it, I had enjoyed those first experiences, the power I felt using my nakedness to get what I wanted.Nothing smells nicer than a washed body, scented soap.