And not once did you care to call me. Not once. I remember you used to call me all the time from the road. Long conversations we used to have. We didn...��t want to hang up the phone. And now I see you, no phone call, no nothing, and immediately you tell me that you can’t stay ... and you expect me to bow my head like the good wife?”“I do expect you to bow and take it, but this is quite another matter. I get home after many long days on the planes and roads, and I expect nothing but relaxation.. Erin giggles with delight, wrapping the palm of her hand over the cockhead, working the slippery-sticky syrup well over the top half of my prick.Wet...wet...so wet!! Sweat continues to pour off my body...and I'm not even doing any of the work. I'm just standing there being masturbated. It's Erin doing all the work.Looking down at her, I see that she too is perspiring profusely. Her skin is glowing and glistening. Droplets of sweat running off her sun-browned shoulders and down her arms.. Shortly after, my sensual wife and her friends came back.Anita’s dark green dress was a mess. Her hair was mussed and matted. She gave me a fuzzy glaze look and went to the bathroom.Then I knew all three guys that had fucked her, still had not realized that I was her husband; so I moved closer to hear their talking.They could not believe their luck, talking about the mature married slut wife they had fucked so silly. All of them said Ana had great boobs, a hot pussy and a very naughty look in. "Sorry," he says, guiding my feet to their positions. I hold my breath and open my legs while Dr. Taylor folds the bottom half of my dress up. It's silent for a moment, then he clears his throat."This might be cold," he says, and I jump again when I feel the cool, coated metal touch my warm opening. He sticks the tool into me and slowly opens it to get a good look at my insides."Everything looks fine. Are you tender here at all?" he asks, pressing on my abdomen."No," I say, my voice a little.