’ ‘Yes, I love you. And I love my wife, it’s not like I hid the fact that I am married. You are the one who came after me and I did try to push ...ou away.’‘But you couldn’t! Why? Because you love me. You belong with me. Can’t you accept the truth. Who you are. And that you got married because it was socially right!’ ‘You’re wrong.’ ‘Wrong about you loving me?’ ‘I love you. But my marriage is not a farce. It’s real. The sooner you understand that, the better. I’ve accepted who I am, thanks to. I walked up onto his porch and rang the doorbell. He answered quickly wearing his khakis and polo from earlier. He invited me in, and we shared some small talk as he walked to the basement stairs. He indicated that I should go down, so I did with him following. It was a little musky, dimly lit. He indicated to the door on the right at the bottom of the stairs. As we walked in and turned on the lights, I saw that it wasn't really a massage room. It was just a wood panelled room with a bed. She straddled the guy and I could see her holding his cock, reaching back and guiding it into her pussy. She had a little trouble getting it in. I could tell he was quite large. But after 15 seconds or so his cock entered my wife's pussy and she settled down on it, driving it all the way in. She engulfed his cock and I couldn't see it anymore, just her ass with one cheek on each of his legs.She stayed still for about thirty seconds or so, wiggling her ass just a little and kissing him. . Next he pulled her up and pulled her pussy to his face and told her "Rub that wet snatch over my face. Push your cunt against my nose and hump me. Fuck my nose with that wet cunt. Rub me hard and give me lots of your sweet cum. Work that snatch hard against my face. I want you to cover me in your cum." She began rubbing her pussy all over his face and rubbing his nose against her clit as she humped him fast and hard. He then grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her tight to his face and rubbed her.