Shana did not come home for dinner. When she hadn’t returned by late evening, Cromwell began to worry. It wasn’t like Shana to go so long without ...alling. He stayed up late, nursing a drink. When Shana still hadn’t returned by midnight, he decided he might as well go to bed. He was awakened in the night by the sound of movement. He turned on the bedside lamp. Shana was there, changing into her nightgown. She looked haggard. ‘Shana!’ Cromwell cried. ‘At last. Where have you been?’ His wife. You look up and catch me stealing the view. You hold the stretch and I swear I see the faintest of smiles twitch your pink, glossed lips. "I'll have to fetch that book for you. It's at the back of the library. Will you help me with the ladder?" you ask, returning your attentions to stamping the late book, but without straightening your posture. You feel and I see your nipples stiffening and brushing up against the silky material. "Certainly," I return in a deep husky voice that surprises you,. As he used his mouth and tongue to flick, suck and rub my sensitive love button, I felt a massive orgasm sweep across my entire body. My legs trembled slightly and I let out a moan as I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him hard into my pussy so I could grind my clit against his tongue as I came, drenching his face with my juices. I held his head there for a minute or so, with my eyes closed and my clitoris pressed against the flat of his tongue, while a warm tingling sensation coursed. ” Encouraged, I began slowly pumping Emma from behind while she was busy with her mouth between Ashley's thighs. It felt naughty to be fucking another woman; naughtier still with Ashley there approving and encouraging me. I grabbed Emma's shapely hips for more leverage and fucked her harder. “Mmmm, mmm, mmm,” I heard Emma say, her words muffled by Ashley's pussy. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, yes, yes,” Ashley yelled. I began to worry I was not going to last much longer when Emma's sounds of.