"Yes, cum baby, cum for me. I'm close, God I'm going to cum too," I moaned as I felt my balls tighten. I looked up and saw Natalie looking at our s...eating bodies, her own hands moving rapidly in her groin. This tipped me over the edge. I could not have held back now if a policeman walked into the room. I watched mesmerised as Natalie shuddered and her hips jerked in a rapid fucking motion. Her legs shook, as pleasure ripped through her. All this as my cum began to rush up the shaft. I. I mumbled my thanks, and sprinted to the front porch to avoid getting any wetter. Mack was right behind me, and lurched in front to open the front door. The door swung inward, allowing a blast of warm air to hit me in the face, welcoming me. It was only three o’clock, and as a result, his parents or little brother weren’t home. He walked to the kitchen as I stood pacing the living room, admiring the wood paneling. I have to admit, the hardwood floors were just amazing to look at; probably. He pried my hand open and looked into my eyes. He took my palm to his mouth and began lapping up the blood. He cleaned the blood away from the crescent shaped wounds and they healed instantly. He sucked all of the blood off of each finger and then put my hand on his heart. I felt a very powerful beating that took over my senses, a beating that had influenced my heart and slowed it down significantly. I rolled over onto my side and showed him my other injured palm and he cleaned it and healed. I really wanted to be cucked and see my wife fucked by another guy, but she would have never gone for it. She loved to be tied up and have me do things to her. Usually, I would blind fold her, tie her legs and arms to the bed, spread eagle, and make her wear ear plugs or most of the time I would put headphones on her and play music she liked. In this way, she couldn’t get away, couldn’t see anything, and couldn’t hear anything. She really enjoyed doing it this way. I like going to the peep.