“Don't be like that,” she said rolling her eyes at me as if she was an impatient child. “Like what?” I asked. “Bitter,” she said. “I’m...not bitter, I’m just hiding my enthusiasm successfully," I said. “You are not as funny as you think,” she said with little more seriousness in her voice this time.“I genuinely want to know what made you say yes? What did he do to make you say yes?” I said again. “He asked,” she said again.“And you said yes just like that?” I said. “He asked a number of times. At. But, kinda hot. You know how much I like kinky girls." My wife bit her bottom lip and hoisted herself on top of the bathroom sink. "I know all about you and your love for kinkiness now fuck me before I get your old man to do it for you." Dirty, dirty, dirty girl." I whispered as I lined my cock up with her pussy.I grabbed her ass and slammed my dick all the way into her."UGHHHHHH…" She screamed.I reached forward and clamped my hand over her mount to muffle her voice. "Shh they'll hear you."She. So this was the "surprise for later!" She still had the strap-on in her hand. She held it up and said,"Now we've got two." Jason was about nineteen or twenty. He was tall and slim with a muscular body. He had long dark hair down past his shoulders, and he had a pretty, almost feminine face. He was tanned, and looked a little Mediterranean He moved and stood very gracefully. He reminded me of some of these queer dancers you see on TV. Jason was dressed in a tight black muscle T-shirt that showed. She felt them slip around inside her panties. She was soaked! God, God, God! Ok, ok, just stop thinking about this. Think about dead puppies.The need for orgasm still clawed at her body. Her hand moved down again and she shoved it between her legs. She leaned over her book to make it look like she was just keeping to herself. Never mind me. Just thinking thoughts about torture and getting really, really excited!Her finger moved over her clit in slow and non-obvious circles. Her puckered labia.