She was really giving me a close-up view of her fabulous cleavage."Champagne would be excellent," I told her, playing along with the game. She stepped...over to a cooler that had been strategically placed by the couch, and bent at the waist to retrieve the bottle, giving me a great view of those tiny sheer panties. Her long legs looked all the longer because of the high heels she was wearing. She undid the wire and uncorked the champagne, and stepped back to the table to fill two wine glasses. I stopped when I thought he was almost there and suggested we get onto the bed. He fell back onto my bed and I squeezed up close beside him on the single bed, facing towards his feet, to continue pleasing him.I resumed my grip or his cock and worked on jerking him off. He lay there without moving for a while before I felt his fingers again pushing their way into my pussy. I moved my legs to allow his access and soon he was matching my movements with strokes of his own with two fingers in my. But let's be clear, Riley, if you let me down I can and will fucking ruin you."Her eyes opened even wider, shocked by the sudden chill in his voice.He sprawled back in his chair, casually shifting the crotch of his jeans, so that his erection could move over his leg more comfortably, and appraised her body from bottom to top; taking in her trainers, her skintight jeans over her so slim legs and narrow hips, and up over her white shirt, barely mounded by her small, high breasts. Now she was. I realised here was a woman who was insatiable.While all this was happening Jake continued to pound my wife. She would open her eyes occasionally and look at Angela and me and give us the most lustful smile. Angela had stopped making comments as she concentrated on her task of getting off. I knew women were capable of multiple orgasms but she was making it an art form. Obviously not content with my fingers she reached down and our finger intertwined to increase the pleasure. Finally I couldn’t.