I went with it. I still don't understand my gut instinct, or whatever you call it, but by now I know to trust it.As she ran up to the door, slung her ...ack in the back seat and climbed in up front, I wondered what the clues were. Maybe the skirt - it was halfway up her thigh but not a bum freezer - maybe the tops, usual mix of string vest, waistcoat, mans shirt and a wrap - but somehow, the colours went together. No, it was the hair. Hacked, spiky, coloured - but she hadn't hidden that it was. It took a few minutes before John could thrust in and out arse properly but once he did, Tony began fucking her pussy at the same time. I lost count of how many orgasms Anna had had up to this point, but I knew she had a long way to go. I had the power to stop this at anytime but I didn’t. In moments like these I’m living my ultimate fantasy. I love my wife more than anything in the world and she loves me. But when were in this situation we don’t see ourselves as a married couple. I see an. I watch and feel that pussy fuck my cock, squeeze it like her mouth was just doing... she's good at this, too.. that pussy has control of my cock... the squeeze.. the wet fuck.. the head of my cock hitting places up there I never want to know what or how that feels as good as it does.. I don't care.. I feel her pussy sqeeze.. then fuck.. then squeeze again.. and then the wet, smoothe, hot fuck feeling of her pussy starting her climax, and she bends down with her mouth all over mine.. . The closet was not large, but would fit her clothes and lockbox just fine, and even had a clothes hamper. She decided to unpack tomorrow, as she was very tired, but she wanted to unwind first. She put her lockbox in the bottom of her closet, then opened it up to see what she could play with. Since she didn’t know how soundproof her room was yet, she decided against her vibrators. She got out her trusty double dildo, some lube, and her favorite pair of nipple clamps. She went to lock her door,.