She looked up at him, taking his dick out of her mouth for a second she looked at him.“So Fletcher, what do you want for your birthday present?” s...e asked through half lidded eyes.Fletcher smiled and thought about it hard, what did he want? The answer came to him along with a sly smile.“I want you to do, whatever I say….” He gauged her reaction, she stopped stroking his dick and looked at him uncertainly. She didn’t like taking orders from people, Skulduggery being one of the few she people she. I thought to myself how sexy she looked taking her husband’s dick into her mouth, remembering the pleasure I get from her blow jobs I was quite jealous of her husband.Mrs. Martin removed her mouth from his cock and leaned over to me to kissed me, our tongues explored each other’s mouths. When she did break our kiss she whispered to me, “Now it’s your turn.”She guided my head to Mr. Martin’s cock, “That’s it just do as I did,” she whispered guiding my head lower. I opened my mouth feeling the. I started fucking him hard. It took all that I had to fuck him. His tightness was creating pleasures a bit too much for me to handle. I rode him hard and eventually reached close to my climax.I did not want to climax inside him as the night was still young and we still had ways to go. I turned him around, kissed him deeply while he jerked me to climax. He was on his knees with a wide open mouth. He deep throated me and sucked the living life out of me.I climaxed hard. He sucked every last bit. Right there. That's it." She made guttural sounds and I knew she was going to get off. Soon she did. Twice. Three times.There was a pause and then he said, "Yeah, take it deep," with slurping sounds.Another pause and she gave the unmistakable grunt of being penetrated. For the next ten minutes or so, they filled the suite with the obscene sounds of fucking. Bed creaking. Bodies slapping. Grunting. A lot of "oh fucks" and "oh shits." Occasionally a short pause, I assume to change.