I released my grip on her head as our eyes met, I think she needed this and as she withdrew and laid back on the sofa, my cock now limp and hanging we...both reached for our wine.“I think we both needed that Frank” she said softly and I had to agree.We drank our wine and had forgotten about the washing, Julie asked if she could wash her knickers before we put the dryer on and decided to quickly wash by hand, she threw my shorts at me and said she would put her dress back on as she didn’t want. He could feel her heat and the look on her face told him that she was aroused.“I wish I could be there to watch.” He murmured.Jerry smiled. “I don’t think I would like that,” she responded. “Not the first time, anyway.”“What about when we are at the cottage?” Billy asked. “He’s cuckolded before so he’s bound to have had husbands watching.”Jerry kissed him. “Maybe that will be a bit too soon,” she said gently. “Besides, we are playing the part of boyfriend and girlfriend and you’re my ex-husband. While Grant massaged and soaped my tits, I reached down and found his beautiful, thick, 8” cock and began sliding my hand up and down the shaft. He was rock hard in only a few minutes, and he turned me to face the shower wall, lined up the tip of his cock with my pussy lips, and – with a big shove – rammed his prick balls deep into my vagina. With my tits slapping against the shower wall, Grant plowed his dick into and out of my cunt, using his hands on my hips for leverage. This was my. ’ I didn’t know where the hell I was going or if I was every coming back but I damn well knew things were never going to be the same again for me, I had always hid behind the words ‘gay’ pretending I wasn’t a fagot or a whore, to project some kind of respectability or so I thought, but here, now I accepted the truth. I was a slut, a fagot that would do anything to have a hot cock in my mouth, to taste that gush of hot cum flowing down my throat. Hell, even my ass had begun to twitch as the.