“I guess you could call that payment in full for services rendered,” she said in an offhand way, taking a final drink of wine. I pushed my chair b...ck and stood, making sure I pulled my T-shirt down to try to hide the large wet patch. She looked at my shorts and then up at me, her look questioning what I was doing. Quickly and maybe a little more forcefully than I had wanted, I knelt and moved into her, encircling her in my arms and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. She tried to break away at. I usually finished in a minute or two, but he fucked her non-stop for a good half-hour, changing positions every five minutes or so, each time directing me to do something different to help him fuck my wife. Half way through their marathon fuck, without even touching myself, I was spewing my own seed, perhaps the biggest load of my life, all over my wife’s little tits. Lynda had four wild orgasms before he finally pushed in deeply and held himself there, announcing, “Here it cums! I’m pumping. It was such a rush. I don't remember talking to Brian on the way to his house. My friend called his wife on the way home and told her that I had agreed to do it. As I listened to his end of the conversation images of Donna began running through my mind. The ones of her in the workout clothes stood out the most, which got me even more excited and began to get the blood flowing below my waist. I was really looking forward to seeing Donna naked.I was shocked when I felt the car pull up the curb. ”Amy flicked some wayward hair from her dark made up eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. Ben watched painfully closely, crazy to know what she would do next. Slowly she unbuckled her coat and pulled at the ribbon around her waist to untie the bow, but this time she pulled it tighter before retying it around her slim, gym toned waist.They both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment.“Please let me out darling!” Ben begged.It was just what Amy needed to hear and her manicured fingers.