‘I’ll take care of it. Now close the door, honey, so mommy and daddy can get dressed,’ I said. Dad voice. Sigh, the moment was definitely gone. ...That appeared to satisfy her and she backpedaled, pulling the door closed behind her with a harder than normal slam. My wife rolled over and looked up at me. The morning light caught her eyes. There was a slight lock of hair stuck to her forehead with a light sheen of sweat. Her lips were pouty and full of mock disappointment. How the fuck can this. Tight." You breath out between groans as you lead your cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, soon completely disappearing. A moan escapes my lips and, as if it were a signal, you begin to steadily work my pussy. First slow, disappearing in my pussy and then coming out until just the head was inside, and again. "Oh yes! Fuck me." I beg, sinking back into the couch as you begin to pick up both speed and power. After awhile you can hear your balls slapping against my asshole, soaked with a mixture. She moved herself up on the bed, dragging her chest against Matt’s. Holy shit, is she really going to… She was. Her pussy hovered mere inches above Matt’s mouth, and she was soaking wet, dripping her juices onto his face. She grabbed a fistful of his hair with her hands and shoved his face towards her waiting hole, and Matt decided his best course of action was to do what she wanted. He licked all over, no spot in her pussy was untouched by his tongue. Her muscles contracted hard, occasionally. I figured once in there I would stand at the urinal and do my business so that way if anyone walked in I could pretend to be peeing. I unzip my pants and pull out my dick which is raging hard and standing a full six inches. I slowly start to gently knead my testicles with one hand while I slowly work pre-cum over my cock. I close my eyes and begin to picture all the images I have been taking in. As I’m getting close I hear the door open and I jump with fright and turn to look and see the dad.