Though the mention of ‘Daddy’ made Brady a bit uncomfortable he cleared his throat said, “All of the rooms in town are sold out for the game Dar...ie. But I know that there is a cottage still available at the Oktapotomi Inn in Arkana. I’ve been staying there all week.” The Oktapotomi was a forty minute drive from the Bully. Brady thought she wouldn’t go for it.Darlie giggled. “I’ve spent many a weekend there with my church youth group Brady. I love Oktapotomi.” She cocked her head, smiled and. Instead of greeting me at the door, I found my slutty wife laying on our bed, still naked with her legs spread open, having been less than a quarter since her black lover had left the house, pulling his dripping huge cock out of her.Walking into our bedroom, my wife had such a devious smile on her face with her head on the pillow, then she drew her knees in, lifting her ass in the air so I could see her swollen red pussy gaping wide open as some drops of cum rolled to the top of her outer. She kissed me. As our lips met and parted, my mouth was flooded withcum. Her tongue followed behind and met mine. For several seconds, our tonguesslowly caressed each other, moving through a sea of thick, warm fluid. Iswallowed, the cum coating of my throat. As I inhaled, the strong deeply theintoxicating aroma of pure pleasure filled my nostrils... She pulled away and moved so that her head was just above his nowsoftening cock. She looked me in the eyes and then looked directly at a. “It’s supposed to feel good. Very good,” I said with an air of suspicion.This was beyond strange. Betsy had just killed her own orgasm, strangling it right by the throat. But why?“So are you OK?” I asked cautiously.“I’m fine,” she said with a slightly embarrassed smile.“Can I ask you a personal question?”“I guess,” she replied in a lower tone.“How many times have you done this?”Betsy had regained her breath entirely, and gave me a slightly hurt look.“You’re the third I’ve been with,” she.