Hubby slowly slid his trousers down. His eight hard inches were sticky, coated with his own white spunk. Benson laughed again, pulling me into a kneel...ng position, with my round butt sticking out. His huge rod still jammed into my mouth. He then ordered Victor to jerk himself and dump his cum over my ass. The bastard wanted to lubricate my tight asshole with my husband’s semen…After Victor finally came over my round buttocks, Benson pulled out from my mouth and he knelt down behind my spread. He was massaging my boobs, playing with the nipples. I was moaning. He was playing with my boobs. Mangal said “Madam you have a marvelous boobs and good structure. I kept moaning. At one particular stage I can’t control myself and suddenly I hold his hands. He asked me “Mam, you want to continue this? I said “Yes”. I completely widened my legs due to pleasure and said “Mangal please take me to the heaven”. He understood my feelings and immediately removed his dress. I saw his fully erected. I went home with a feeling of dread. How was I going to get Rebecca to see this doctor? How would she react? When was I going to talk to her? It was gnawing at my guts, and I knew I couldn't put if off or I'd be the one in Chomsky's chair. I decided that I would talk to her that night.The blow-up had happened almost two weeks earlier. Aside from my looking for a doctor, things had returned to normal around the house. Normal, of course, continued to be the downbeat attitude of Rebecca. I wasn't. I kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and working on his shirt with my hands. I felt the shirt fall entirely open as I undid the last small button. I began feeling him up, my hands traveling from his lower stomach to his shoulders, and back down again to unbutton his suit pants. He slid two fingers inside me. I let out a moan of pleasure and scratched down his stomach. I pulled his hard dick out of his pants. I gently stroked, all the way from base to tip. He pushed in another finger, going.