I tried to distract myself and look away but could still hear the slurping and moaning sounds from my wife. I turned back and saw small strands of her...saliva building at the base of the strangers cock. She tried to deep throat the cock but barely managed to get half of the large member down her gullet. All of a sudden, she stood up, still holding the cock with one hand, and then pulled her lace g-string down to her feet and stepped out of them. I felt sweat building up on my brow and a red hot. I didnt hear him so figured he must have already left for the day. Just then the phone rang and I picked up the receiver and without thinking I said. Hello. Hello Mrs. Johnson. Vincent? I asked. Is that you? Yes its me. Is hubby around. Hopefully beside you in bed. Vincent said in a loud voice. No, thank goodness. Especially after last night. That can never happen again. I dont know what got into me. I said thinking back to the previous night at my daughters one year anniversary with Vincent.. . go ahead and get it on with your folks now? I really wanted to eat your mother out while your father plows me from behind! Hell, maybe we can sixty-nine while he uses me that way and he can switch back and forth between our twats!” Whitney begged Allen now in his capacity as her “pimp,” especially that night.“Go for it, guys! Have your way with my girlfriend! Don’t just fuck her ... dominate her! Make her your bitch for now!” Allen gasped while Clarke slammed back into his colon and he thrust. I even gave Ella the afternoon and evening off so we didn’t embarrass her when we make love all over this place.” She hugged Dave’s arm to her and he realized she wore nothing under the t-shirt.Dave commented, “Your home is gorgeous. I’d love a guided tour. I love the art.”Don and Cricket made to leave, but Scarlett stopped them. “Oh, don’t leave. I have TWO tall, dark, and handsome men in my web of intrigue plus my favorite Cricket. Why don’t you let me give you a tour, and we can end up in.