Mr arrogant got up off the stool with me still impaled on his cock. Kissing me deeply he removed his cock as my skirt fell to the floor. If my husband...walked in now we could hardly straighten our clothing and act all innocent. Wearing only Stockings, garter belt and high heels I paraded erotically for my conquest. He removed his boots and leather trousers, leaving them in a cow hide heap on the kitchen floor. He walked me over to the kitchen worktop and bent me over. I raised my ass and arched. She about had a conniption when I was cast as the dad in La Traviata, my last year's commencement production (opposite the same soprano, who was already showing little signs of vocal deterioration by then), but I got the biggest applause of the night for my one solo.That did it. This was my career.Miriam was so mad she was spitting nails when I told her. Wasn't what she'd signed on for, she said; you can't make big money "yelling noises" on stage, she said, stop being a baby and get with the. He withdrew it a bit too far and a plop sound let me know he had pulled it out. "Put it back into her, hubby." Timidly I grabbed it. The feel in my hand was exhilarating. I tried pushing it back in to my wife's little pussy. It didn't seem to go. Russell laughed and instructed me again. "Just put the head in, boy. Pull back the skin and it'll go in nicely." "Please, darling," added my wife, "put it back in!" I did has he asked. I felt a thrill re-inserting that big black knob. Once it was in,. He knelt behind her and pulled open wide her cunt lips and his tongue ran from her hard clit slowly over her hole and over her perineum and up to her arse , here is pushed a little harder , fuck she was turned on , she realised she was saying ...please please fuck me , but he didn't .... he made her wait and again he ran his tongue the length of her , this time harder , her legs were quivering and she was trying to hide her moans in the covers . He stood behind her and looked at her pale flesh.