‘Please don’t,’ she said over the click of her heels. Her apron was lightly pleated where it had folded over her knees. She turned around and pr...ssed her naked back against me. In her heels her ass rose right against my dick, and I nestled into the cleft. ‘I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me.’ She ground her ass against me and I pushed her waist onto the ledge of our kitchen island. I leaned her over it and kicked her feet apart. The apron billowed away from her body, and the string. The erotic vision in the live view that ran through her body filled her world but triggered my passions for her.She occasionally squeezed her boobs. Her body raised a few times as she tried to control her emotions and speed of fingering her pussy. I kept pace with her speed. I kept looking at her jugging boobs. The only shame in masturbation is the shame of not shaking it well.I tried to keep pace and match the speed of stroking my dick as per the speed of her fingering. Her hands kept running. .. and the same for me. She was slobbering all over his dick and once there was good amount on his shaft she wrapped both her hands around it and started stroking at middle length, while she kept sucking on the cockhead. I had a great view of my wife's nice cunt from behind and could see that her pussy lips were getting soaking, almost dripping wet…Anita took her mouth off his cock and looked over at me.I just smiled and told her to keep going ... So, she looked up at Raymond and asked if he. I just didn’t expect it to happen late Saturday morning after breakfast and after the kids went off to spend the afternoon with their friends at the club. ‘There’s someone else, isn’t there?’ my wife, Kathy, asked. I didn’t know what to say, but the silence I let fill the void between us across the kitchen table shouted a resounding ‘Yes.’ ‘How serious is it?’ she asked. I didn’t know what to say. There was no denying it, but I couldn’t lie and just say it was just a fling. Over the past few.