Her husband had been rich, but it wasn’t his money she was interested in. He was undoubtedly handsome, charming, witty and debonair, and that was wh...t had attracted her. There had obviously been a prenup, her in-laws hadn’t trusted her and she hadn’t really cared for them either. After two years of marriage he’d grown distant from her and wanted his old partying lifestyle back, it was then she’d discovered he was cheating on her, and, as it turned out, with one of the bridesmaids from their. I told him to put a few fingers inside me and I'd cum in a matter of seconds. He pushed two in up to the knuckle and began fingering me. My dick was instantly hard and 30 seconds later I told him I was about to cum. He carefully eased a third finger up my bum and I started to spunk. He wasn't even stroking my dick any more, just gently fingering me making my hole clamp tightly around his digits as i emptied my balls. He gave a couple of rapid strokes to milk every drop of spunk from my balls. My blonde hair danced around my shoulders.“Oh, fuck, that’s good!” I moaned. “You’re going to make me explode with that tongue. You want my cream flooding your mouth, you fucking dyke-bitch! You’re just a slut for my cunt! Mmm, yes, yes, you want me to explode.”She groaned into my cunt.“Just say it!” I gasped, humping against her, my pleasure swelling faster and faster.“I ... I...” she moaned.My brother’s hand cracked down on her ass. “Say it, slut! You’re my sister’s pussy-bitch!”Vanessa. Married men don’t do that kind of stuff (or so she thinks). So in my mind, the girl in the picture is watching me, begging me to come for her. Unconsciously I begin stroking myself faster. Up and down my shaft with only two fingers. My orgasm is fast approaching. My breathing is more ragged, my balls a bit more achy. I want to come now, I have all of the inspiration I need right here. That is until I realize that I can’t very well come all over the bed sheets. How would I explain that one?.