Now, who am I to get all moral about this? I mean, I am here with his wife, kissing her and feeling her, so why should I care if he wants to put me in...his mouth, especially when it felt so good. His wife slowly moved towards the bed, leading me there with her mouth. My hands were fumbling for the zipper on the back of her dress, drawing it down finally and revealing that she wore no bra or panties. One of my hands dropped to the small of her back and I began to massage the top of her wonderful. I let out a groan as my erection become even harder. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth, and Jarelle moaned out at the sudden invasion.It wasn't long before we were exploring each others' mouth. Jarelle was squirming and her hands were placed on my thigh, inching higher and higher with every passing second. Emboldened by Jarelle's actions, I inched my hand upwards bit by bit, nearer and nearer to her boob. Jarelle had increased the ferocity of her kissing and as I slowly cup her boob in my. I loved it. I showed off a bit to make them more green with envy. I liked making him look good because he had made me look gorgeous. “You get a choice now” he said, “you don’t have to do the next bit but its always been a fantasy of mine so please do it if you can.” “What have I got to do?” “ I’ve always loved those pictures you sometimes see of girls whose knickers have lost their elastic and fall down round their ankles.” He grinned sheepishly. “ I know its silly but you’ll have to cut the. And in a moment she had to stop to enjoy another ecstasy of hers, panting and twitching.When her strained body relaxed and her mouth could feel my penis close to explosion, she whispered greedily, "John, my pussy wants you in it."We shifted into the good old missionary position. Her pussy was drenched, slippery yet tight when my throbbing cock entered it.I felt my own heart pounding in my ears through Wendy's demanding voice, "Fuck me, John, I'm yours..."When I reached my orgasm it triggered.