"Honey don't try to speak. You cannot, last night you were the one who got drunkest, so you won." I was not that sure what I won if I wanted the prize... I was so affraid! If Icould have moved or look around? I thought of escape and noting else. I was going to get out of this, then I will never drink again! Never!!!She smiled, unnervingly. As if she had been high and did not know whatit was to be sober. "Now honey, you are bound down, you are going to be reformed." Reformed what was this nutty. Leaning lower, she kissed the tip of me, swirled her tongue around the head, and finally, she took me into her warm, wet mouth.Oh, the feelings being awakened! The pleasure she had brought me by merely imitating this act on my index finger paled in comparison to the real thing. Jerking me with one hand, she used the other to play with my balls. Then she started to deep-throat all 6 ½ inches of me. Sliding her puffy wet lips all the way down my shaft, she drew her head back slowly, inhaling. He blew his load quickly and so did I when it came to be my turn, but it felt so good to be stroked by a hand belonging to someone else. Once we started exchanging handjobs,it was only a matter of time before I brought up the idea of exchanging blowjobs and again, as before, I offered to suck his cock first. As it started out, we agreed to do it to each other in order to have it done to ourselves, but I quickly realized that I loved the erotically submissive sensation of being down on my knees,. This was my first pussy and it was amazing.It was tight, the walls of her pussy grabbed my cock like a hand wanking me, I started to understand why wanking was so good, she was wanking my cock with her pussy.She pulled me closer by the hair, "Is this how you fuck my husband?" when she finished asking me the question she held me by the hair and stared in my face waiting for me to answer her. "I want to know, is this how you FUCK my husband" she again grouled "Yes Mrs Byrne, I fuck him like this.