She’d spent the first six or seven years of her married life as a housewife but, like so many of our generation, found that farm life was not enough...to either support the family or keep the interest of the wife. Evelyn Gordon was a preacher’s wife and didn’t work outside the home. On the other hand, I learned an incredible amount about life in the fishbowl and how involved she was in her husband’s work. It seemed the churches they served assumed they were paying for both husband and wife in the. The reaction is just the way I hoped for it to be. Strong. Intense. She is bottom line, hysterical. Moving, wriggling, turning and bending as if her entire body was on fire. She tries to get out of the cuffs, but everything that she tries is useless. Her body moves beautifully, though. She truly looks like a dancer performing her last, final dance. Heat of arousal is spreading through my system. God, I want her. I can even hear the sound of muffled screams from her throat. Hoarse. She is. “And that's probably part of why we are all here,” I contributed. “If my wife and Jake's wife are anything to go by, they all have far bigger sexual appetites than we think they do. They are just shy about admitting it.”“Until they do,” added Jake. “Now Sue and Mel brag about it and compete to see who can be the biggest slut.”“You are going to see a whole new side of your wives tonight and in the weeks to come, guys,” I told the three new guys.“Yeah,” Steve finally contributed. “Since we joined. The faster Cindy sucked his cock, the faster he worked Sarah’s clit. Sarah bucked against his fingers and by the growing wetness he felt, he thought she was close to coming. A few seconds later, she came with a hard grind against his hand. His fingers slipped inside her as her pussy tightened. The tight grip made him imagine her around his cock. It was all he needed to push him over the edge causing him to unload down Cindy’s throat. He hadn’t wanted to come yet, but they were working him well..