That’s the short version of how I found myself kneeling on the floor next to the bed where my best friend was fucking my wife. The long version of h...w I came to be here after the last few months is too long to tell now and probably not as interesting as the scene in front of me.I was still finding it amazing how excited I was watching them fucking. I’m not sure my cock had ever been as hard as I was right now. My usually demure wife was screaming in pleasure, her body all but convulsing under. First he slid up and down, gathering the remaining sticky juice around the head of his cock before painting her soft pussy with it. He traced a line of deep sticky pink along her opening, and smeared it all over her pussy lips and clit. He was an artist and this was his canvass, eventually he would sign it but he still had work to do first. He lifted her right leg onto the desk and opened her pussy with his fingers. It looked pink and soft inside and he could see that she wasn't wet enough, so. “Thank you for letting me do that.”“You’re welcome. Would you care to take a shower with me, Ms. Douglas?”“Oh, Mr. Amalfi, how scandalous but intriguing that sounds. Then we can move to the unused bed.”They had a sensual and romantic shower, then climbed into the other bed. Abby cuddled up, head on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Vince?”“Tonight… how it all went. How do you think it went?”“Dear, it went really well. I know I sure as hell enjoyed myself. Brock said he did as well,. He knew it would work, because it had so many times before, and afterward he would clean the mess with her panties and show the blood and semen stained trophy to his friends.Rod moved down toward his target making sure that he was heard just before he got to her."Oh!" I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you." Rod smiled at the girl, "What has that field of flowers done to deserve destruction at your pretty hands, Hmm?"She had a look of confusion for a moment, and then glanced at the flower.