School (well, preschool and primary school) was Still A Thing, and so we got home and washed up etcetera, and off to bed. I am a bit embarrassed to ad...it it, but, with a lovely, loving, warm and willing woman coming to my bed, I went promptly to sleep. Ashley must have crawled under the covers shortly after I passed out, but the only evidence that I had of it was the warm spot left on her side of the bed, as I awakened to hear her shepherding the kids through their pre-school/pre kindergarten. While we hadn't openly discussed masturbation, it was fairly obvious that we each wanted to see the other's tape and masturbate watching it.I invited him over on a weekend my wife was out of town and I was sure we wouldn't be interrupted. We sat on the couch and I put in the tape of my wife in a torrid masturbation scene that had great audio. You could actually hear the wet smacking sounds as she worked her pussy and fingered herself. It took less than five minutes before my friend asked if. His beautiful, latex-clad Domina grinned deviously as she plunged her shiny hand into his warm, succulent bottom over and over. She went to the elbow with each glorious thrust, watching in delight as her slave squirmed in his bindings. After each sensual dive, her arm pulled back and stretched his sissy hole wide with her knuckles before repeating the act.*SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP*“Cum for Mistress you fucking whore! I know there's more filth in that sad little sack of yours!”James. “You have always been the best at this, Sweetie.”I should bite it off for calling me Sweetie. Instead, she took it deeper into her mouth, a sudden desire rising in her to prove that she really was the best.“I’m serious, no one holds a candle to you,” he offered.He’s told me that before, Heather remembered. Her tongue teased at his knob. I have to know.“Even better than Katie?” she asked.The question caught him off guard. He raised his head off the pillow. “Ahhh, you’re never going to let me.