Submitting. Being protected. Being vulnerable. Surrenderingto a man and exploding in mutual orgasmic pleasure. As shewould lay with her head between m... legs and my cock slidingin and out of her tight mouth and her warm, wet tonguedarting like an eel across the head, in my mind I wouldfeel a rock hard cock entering into me as my small, daintyhands fondled and caressed the hard muscular body above me.I had never told her of these fantasies. In fact I didn'tthink too much about them myself as they. "So she kept driving, a little faster than I was comfortable with. She drove through a neighborhood I had never seen, and we ended up at a large house, distant from the others, at the end of a tiny street. She walked up to the house, and I followed her willingly, although confused. She unlocked the door and went in, telling me to stay in the foyer. I heard her fumbling with some things, and she came back, with something in her hand I couldn't quite see. She motioned for me to follow her up a. Minnie didn't look happy about it. She stopped flirting in front of me as much. It was different being around her. We didn't do things alone but we went as a group. Usually we went to a movie or bowling. She always had some girlfriends with her. Sometimes I would bring a date or just go with her and her friends. I told her I didn't want to go out with her and any of her boyfriends. I tried it once and it was too uncomfortable. It made her smile; I know she thought of it as me being protective. What’s on your mind, baby?” My wife struggled to speak through her moans.I was laser-focused on abusing her tight, wet, warm pussy. I wanted to make her feel me long after we were done. At one point, I pulled her upper body down onto me so I could suckle on her breasts while giving myself better leverage to pound her pussy. I was so turned on I began to slap her ass as I slowed my stroke into long, deep strokes. My wife’s moans grew louder, her echoing obscenities were so provocative they could.