'oh fuck' she shot out, and I knew she was nearly there, my cock was throwing as I could hear this guy expertly fucking my wife with his tongue. ‘ I...m Cumming ‘ she groaned and I imagined her thighs clamping hard against this guys head as she reached her peak. She groaned hard, my cock almost exploded, her breath came fast in short gasps. I could only imagine what was happening behind my blindfold but with the damp patch that now spread across my crotch I knew she wasn't the only one that was. Safe inside his home, he quickly removed the heavy clothes he had on — a trench coat, a blazer, and his dress shirt and slacks. He had on a scarf around his neck which he quickly tossed away. He preened in the mirror that hung over the fireplace and smiled. God, did he look great. He was sixty two years old and he looked like a very young man. He wondered why of late he hadn’t had any success in finding a mate. No, there was no woman to greet him when he came home. At the age of sixty two, he. A heartbeat later, guilt washed over her. She was lying in the arms of the ferocious beast she had felt compelled to marry. This had been her sacrifice, for the city of her birth, to atone for her parents' fateful wrongdoing. She was not supposed to feel warm and cosy in his arms. She was certainly not supposed to press her backside lewdly against his stiff member. She was not supposed to have sinful thoughts about that man!"Are you awake, my wife?"She almost jumped out of her skin at the. His heart broke for her with the sadness written in her eyes. He cursed under his breath. ‘Come here.’ He drew her out of the bathtub and into his arms. ‘It’s okay, Sweetheart.’ He soothed. Donovan held her until her shaking subsided. He scooped up the t-shirt he had placed on the counter and as quick as he could, he dropped the towel and put it on her. She didn’t flinch or even seem to notice, her lifeless gaze staring ahead at the tiles on the floor. He ushered her to the couch and covered.