As I got to our door I looked through a small slit in the curtains to see what my wife was up to. Sure enough I could see she had a couple of fingers ...uried in her pussy. Her mouth open and her back was arched. She was very close to cumming. I could see it in her face. I quickly knocked on the door and told her to let me in. When she opened the door she had straightened herself up pretending she had just been channel surfing and waiting on me. She immediately started trying to get me to fuck. ‘Want to head in? I figure catching up can wait until we’re out of the cold.’ The lights were dim inside the restaurant, but it certainly was warm enough. The light came from several red paper lanterns, lighting the vaguely oriental interior with a crimson glow. A waiter was posted at the front desk and quickly led them to their seats. April followed a few short steps behind Peter and as they entered the crowded dining area, he noticed her hurriedly combing the hair down to cover the left side. I must have looked surprised, though the truth was I’d been thinking about that very thing all day. “Maybe I assumed too much,” he said. “I’ll put this back in the car.” “No, you won’t,” I said, smiling for the first time since I’d opened the door. “We might need it.” We both laughed, and all the tension went. I hugged him, then dragged him into the kitchen. An hour and a half later, having downed big plates of pasta and a bottle of wine, I got a fire going and threw some blankets on the. When I was near, I ordered her to lay on the bed and came on her pussy. Then I untied Salman and made him lick my cum from his wife’s pussy. When he had all my load in his mouth, I ordered him to swallow it whole. He did with a little bit of hesitation, but ultimately his cuckold nature overtook him.He readily cleaned my cock too. Just when they thought I was done with them, I held Salman’s dick. I tied a small rope to it, tied it to a 1L water bottle, and told him to stand. Because of the.