The excitement of the entire situation built up inside of me and within a few seconds, I began to cum. I couldn't believe it had been that easy. I cam... hard, flooding his cock with my juices. He continued bouncing me up and down on his cock and picked up the pace a bit as I moaned louder and louder. We went at it for several minutes and I thought that he would never cum. Finally after a while, he had me get up off of him and asked me to get on my knees. I did, lowering myself to my knees right. That is until recently. We decided to take a vacation to Las Vegas for a week. Our second night there we went into the hotel night club to watch a show. Pat had a couple of drinks and was kind of tipsy by the time the show was over. A band came on then and there was dancing. A young black guy came over to our table and asked my wife to dance. She looked at me and I nodded and she got up and danced with him. It was a slow dance and half way through the song, I could see that he had his hand on. She used to say if you making my panty wet your underwear should also be wet. Only the thing remaining was inserting my tool in her vagina. We used to see porn in the cinemas and used to do all the oral sex which we saw the clip and was possible there.We used to always talk about the further step but she used to live with her parents and I was living in pg. We never used to get a chance for it.I was afraid of taking her to the hotel and asking any friend for keys of their place. I never wanted. She sank to her heels. Her gloved hand cupped the bald skull to turn the face towards her.Long lashes cast their shadow over tear stained cheeks. Softly a satin thumb caressed them to wipe away the spilt moisture."You'll be punished, my love. Oh certainly, again and again. But not now. Not now. You must be thirsty... let me get your bowl."The woman rose, holding the empty bowl. She stood immobile for a while more, contemplating the silent form beneath her. Then she turned on her heels and.