..Suddenly, the man pulled down his trousers and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I could not quite see what he was doing, but there was a ...ook of wide eyed amazement on my wife’s face. The bastard now was moving forward his hips, as if his was dry fucking my wife...After a few seconds, he turned around and what I saw really amazed me.In front of his fat, hairy belly there was a long fat cock that looked like a horse. It was dribbling pre cum in a long thick rope.I looked at my wife. Now it was my turn. I was naked but she was on her clothes. So I came on top of her gave a kiss on her fore head, then to her eyes, nose, lips, neck, her boobs above dress, her belly button, thighs, foot. Then I made her to lie on her stomach and kissed her foot, back portion of thighs, her both ass cheeks her back. Then I took her to the bedroom. Then I removed her t-shirt. I took hold of one of her boobs above her bra and sucked the other boob nipple above bra. Then I did same with the other. His expert fingers knew just the pace to delve and which spots to manipulate to cause the greatest effect. He could tell from her rapid breathes and low moans, which drove him crazy, she was close to her peak. He was elated to have his fingers gripped by her chusy walls. He probed her soft centre, reaching for the place he knew would take her over the edge. Her trembling body and the warm gush of fluid across his hand signalled the arrival of his wife’s climax. He had her cumming all over his. . I wasn't really asking how they felt in your hands."Bob jumped like someone had jabbed him with a cattle prod. "Oh sh- ... oh dear," he stammered, eyes wide and panicked again as he jerked his hands back to his own chest. "I'm so sorry! I thought..." It's okay," I reassured him, delighted at the level of control I had. I really was going to hell for this stunt. "What I meant," I said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, "is that you won't be touching Vicky with just your hands." I slid the shirt.