My wife purred with pleasure as she started to blow the cock. She kept moaning as Jasmine started fucking her face.I could only watch these events in ...mazement. My wife had always been averse to the idea of blowjobs and had shot me down every time I had suggested it. Yet here she was, gagging on Jasmine’s big cock. She had most of it in her mouth and was touching herself as Jasmine held her hair while moving her cock in and out of my wife’s mouth.After a while of this, my wife took off her top. I heard Stephanie, sounding far off like a voice in a distant cave, but I’m not sure when her sighs became screams. Screams: when I registered what I was hearing and that it wasn’t the typical sounds of unbridled passion, my eyes flew open. Stephanie was still on top of me, but she looked nothing like the girl that I had seen before closing my eyes. I bit back a scream of my own. The thing on top of me appeared wrinkled, gray, and desiccated, it was the corpse of something long dead, not the. Tonight she had painted her face to really emphasize her eyes and she looked like a million bucks. She had on this blue-jeans dress that buttoned up the front. She’d unbuttoned the top four buttons on her dress and three on the sheer blouse underneath. She never wore a bra and every once in awhile I could catch a glimpse or her tiny nipples. Her shapely legs were really shown off by those hose, and I recognized them as the kind that required a garter belt. I wondered if she was. Dom was past trashed by now and agreed. Slick took an old fashioned straight razor and strapped it until he though it was sharp enough. He soaped up Doms’ chest and started shaving, stopping after every stroke to rinse the razor. Then it happened. A cosmic alignment of consequences. Slick was shaving around the right nipple when he suddenly sneezed. At the same time Dom let loose a tremendous belch. The combination of the hand twitching from the sneeze and the chest heaving from the belch.