(He never seemed to be around in the village, a peripheral presence, dropping in to tea parties for a few minutes before making his excuses, leaving h...s wife alone). Before I could say anything, she pressed a letter into my hands, before turning and heading back down the garden path. I noticed she was wearing high heels with nylons. What on earth was she playing at, I wondered. I was unnerved as I closed the door and sat back down in the kitchen, my hands trembling. I ripped open the envelope. "They were kissing and Bill had two hands full of your wife's ass." "I don't believe you," Jim said. "Honey, I told you a long time ago that both men and women want the same thing. It all depends on who cares and who is watching." "But Mother...." "Shhh," Helen grinned. "Annette won't be a problem." "We're coming," Bill said as he held Annette's hand. Jim saw the hands together and the guilty look on his wife's face told him that his mother was telling the truth. He realized that he was still. I knew I was rousing him as much as he was making me wet.I closed my eyes, and, with my left hand holding his cock and stroking it in complement to the movement of my mouth, my right hand found my pussy, slicing my engorged lips apart, then found and worked my clit before diving into my cunt to rub my G-spot, then moving back again. I stayed on my clit, trying to bring us both to orgasm together.I didn’t, but it was close. He gave a grunt, hunched forward, propping himself up with a hand. His cock was so hard, so thick and already it felt like he'd filled me up yet I knew he still had a way to go.He eased back and I turned my face from the pillow just in time for him to push forward again."Oh God yeeesssss!" I gasped, the pleasure intense as he filled my throbbing cunt ever deeper.When he eased back and pushed home for a third time I knew I was probably only one more thrust away from a climax. Instead he held me there, his cock unmoving, buried to the hilt. I'd never felt so.