And she replyed boldly that she ain’t . I got amazed of her frank reply . And she continued that she had sex with her BF who never loved her and jus... wanted sex . He fucked her and left her . She said that all boys think about sex and not pure in love . She loved him very much and she was helpless with his behaviour . After hearing this i felt shame of my self . I said bye and went offline . I didn’t talked to her for few days and didin’t replyed to the texts and calls . One day i was alone at. When I pulled up in front of the cabin, I could hear a violin playing, and I just knew Sandra was teaching Jimmy one of the new songs. I had never heard it before, so I knew that's what it was. I grabbed a cup of coffee, sat down at the table and just listened to them play. Since we were leaving in the morning, I knew I had to tell Jimmy to wait to bring the shotguns until we got back.As I listened to the two of them play, I could not believe how beautiful it sounded. I didn't know who was on. Upon this encouragement, I added a second finger to her ass and she moaned louder. Her legs shook violently as she came and came. It was glorious! I kept up the hard, brutal fucking and my fingering her ass even as she was wracked by one orgasm after another. I loved seeing her writhe and moan and twist and buck as she struggled to fight this hopeless battle. The harder I thrust my rigid cock into her tight, wet pussy, the harder she seemed to slam her body back to meet it. I was aware of her. Lydia moaned for me to do it, to lick her ass and cum off my hand. I didn’t need too much encouragement; I was curious to taste the taboo mixture. Seeing those men and their hard cocks dripping with their milky white seed and Lydia’s cum stirred a curious desire in my loins. Her eyes widened and an evil grin crept across her face as I tasted the cum of another man mixed with my wife’s anal juices. The salty tangy taste filled my mouth and I knew why my whore wife fell to her knees and sucked.