”“I love the feel of your lips on mine, you kissing my neck then you taking one of my tits in your mouth. Is your prick throbbing? Are you strokin... yourself for me, daddy?”“Beki, you really need to stop!” I typed, although my heart was not in it.“Then you start kissing down lower… and lower… and lower till your mouth is down there, at my sex. My wet pussy, dripping for you. Do you want to taste it? I bet you do. You want to stick out your tongue and lick up and down my crack, the slowly push. As soon as the door was closed he put her on her knees with his throbbing cock just in front of her and she knew exactly what he wanted. Her lips moved over the head of his penis and she could feel its warmth and that it was as she thought, rock solid. Slowly working on the head she could feel it throb making her wetter so she decided to start playing with herself again rubbing her clit until he noticed, picked her up and sat her on an empty spot on his desk. He spread her legs apart, thumbed. I could see that she was ‘coming’, and from the expression on her face, it must have been a wonderful climax for her. I was stunned, confused, mixed up. I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what I was supposed to do. A gang of strangers where abusing my wife. Should I stop them. But she was enjoying it. God, I was enjoying it. As she came down from her climax, she saw me watching her and in panic and embarrassment, she pulled her blouse closed and pushed at the men until they got up and let. After which she sits on the edge of the bed, slides back a little, lies down on the bed, and raises both of her legs up into the air, slowly. Then, she lifts her ass and slips off the silky material that covers her pussy, lowers her legs and places her feet on the bed. She leaves her knees bent for a perfect view of her lovely pussy for me. Her head rests on a couple of pillows and she can see the same view as I can. Now she goes back to licking her finger and sliding it along the slit of her.