"Sounds like you're enjoying this." "Mmm, yes, don't stop now, Mike," and right after I said that, I felt his lips on my neck softly kissing me as he ...ubbed. Oh, how did he know I loved to be kissed on my neck, back and shoulders, I wondered. Then his kisses went along my shoulders. He raised up and said, "I hope I didn't offend you, Jenna. I just couldn't help myself, it was so tempting to kiss you." "No, I didn't mind at all or I would have stopped you." I laid back on the chaise and he bent. My eyes moved from his and swept down, pausing at the bulge in his jeans. My brown eyes held a twinkle as they swept back to his eyes and my fingers started moving again.I put my forehead back on my arm, but pushed my bottom out even farther towards him, an invitation that I didn’t speak. My fingers continued to work through my folds, pulling and tugging on lips, pushing at and lightly pinching my clit. I heard his zipper; I love that sound, a man’s zipper being pulled down over hard cock,. She arched her back slightly as if she were impaling herself on him. He continued to rub and pinch my wife's nipples as he thrust in and out of her. Meanwhile, my balls felt so full that it felt like I had cum leaking out of my dick. I looked at Sharon's expression and it was of pure ecstasy. I know you think that I'm completely fucked up, but rather than jealousy I felt a malicious pride in turning my wife into a whore by making her do something sexually that would sicken her if she knew what. I could feel the car rocking on the springs during turns. I was hyper aware of the world around me the first time I drove. And this first time I had sex with a woman, even if it wasn't the sex I had fantasized about, I was hyper aware of that too.I don't know what made me do it, but right in the middle of all that stuff that I knew, intellectually, meant she was having an orgasm, I reached up to pinch both her turgid nipples. When I did that, her head fell forward, and her still damp hair.