I’m not done with my anal slut yet!”She pulled out, this time completely, and told me to get up on my knees.“And face the mirror,” she added. ...��I want to be able to watch myself fuck you and the expressions on your face.”I positioned myself on my hands and knees. I looked up into the mirror and watched my wife move behind me with the strap-on dildo bobbing from her waist. She looked amazing with her large breasts and large dick both bouncing towards me. I then felt one hand go to my hip while. Claire was wearing a skimpy top that did little to hide her tits and a micro mini skirt. It was still quite a bit more than anyone else had on besides her brother.“Oh, it’s like that now? You are going to use your humor to disarm me, charm me, and then get me naked?” Claire asked, skeptically.I was about to say that I was only kidding when Claire reached behind her back and began to pull off her top, exposing her breasts. “I suppose it is working. Try a bit harder, and I take the bottoms off,”. Now all I had to do was wait,and another few hours after so many months of planning was to be no problem. I looked at mywatch. Five fifteen. Another ten minutes and she would be here. I quickly movedall evidence of my visit, and went into the spare room, from where I could seeher when she entered the bathroom. Almost as soon as I closed the spare roomdoor, I heard the key in the front door, and again looked at my watch. Fivetwenty five, she was as predictable as always. I knew the first thing. We hadn't talked about her lovelife or anything as yet and I didn't know if my brother would have told her I was lesbian. Anyway she came downstairs, long blonde hair all wet and stringy wrapped up in a silk dressing gown of mine that I laid out for her. She looked so pure and fresh, but ever so sexy. My heart thumped and I had to rub my legs together hard. I handed her a glass of wine and she handed me a hairbrush and asked if I'd mind. She slurped on the wine while I gratefully brushed her.