"I pushed back on her fingers and met each of her thrusts with more and more vigor and excitement. I moaned, "Oh God, baby. Your fingers feel sooo goo.... I love you." Is this what you wanted, baby? Did you want me to fuck your ass? C'mon baby, tell me how much you want me to keep fucking you," she insisted. When I didn't say anything, she stopped and began to pull out of my ass."Nooo, don't stop! I love your fingers in my ass. Please keep fucking me. I love it," I pled with her, and with my. Just her breathing can excite every fiber of my being and it’s all I can do not to shoot my load before we’ve even done anything.I un-buttoned her pants and slid my finger in, filling her perfectly wet hole. I slid them in and out of her in time with her breathing, witch got increasingly faster and faster. When she looked like she was about to cum I pulled out, and lead her, by the hand, to the bed.I stopped just before it to strip her clothes off, and she did the same for me. We climbed in bed. My wife began to moan as her hips began to rock. This newfound lover was turning my wife on and I could see her glistening juices on his middle finger as he eased Janet to lie back on the bed while he removed his jockey shorts. His long, thick cock pointed hungrily towards my wife and he lay down beside her. She quickly took his cock in her hand and shook her hair away from her face as she guided it into her mouth and began sucking on it. She paid close attention to his large cock head, sucking. Let me up, come on let go of me.' Bruce said nothing, he lowered his upper body to mine and took hold of my wrist in a vise like grip stretching my hands above my head. Startled I twisted away and I felt his cock slide down one of the legs of the baggy shorts and press in to my buttcrack.I tried to twist and turn away from Bruce, he had me firmly trapped under his body and no matter how I struggled I could not break free. By now the beer was beginning to take effect and I was tired of.