We were all so horny that things got going pretty quickly. He lent in to kiss my wife and I lent in to kiss his. Her lips sweet and plump, they tasted...slightly like my wifes pussy. Her nipples erect and dark in colour, her body slim and her young body turning me on even more. She took my cock in her hand, just like her boyfriend had done and continued making out with me, I pulled her in closer and made her sit on top of me, I opened my eyes and could see my wife on her back, he was eating out. She stood beneath the water, head hanging against her chest with eyes closed. Music filled the bathroom, Colin Hay’s voice swimming between her ears as leaned sideways against the wall, unsure if the water on her face was tears or the shower. She sung along in a soft voice, the words half muttered. ‘I drink good coffee every morning/comes from a place that’s far away/and when I’m done I feel like talking/without you here there is less to say./I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy/What is closer. When she told me that I remember telling her how humiliated and horny that made me feel and would she mind if I jerked off for her one last time. She got really angry at me, called me a homosexual and pervert and admitted that she knew about my collection of musclemen and gay magazines. I countered angrily that I knew she was fucking other men in our bedroom but I never said anything about it because I liked to sneak into the house when she was fucking and listen to her orgasms and jerk off in. The last time I saw it, you were four." She stood it up with her hand and then leaned over, licked off the pre-cum that was starting to run down and slipped her lips over the end. My cock jumped with excitement at the touch of her lips. This was even easier than I had dreamed it would be. Maybe she also had been wanting me but did not know how to let me know. Sandy held my cockhead between her lips and jacked my shaft with her hand while licking around the tip. After a minute of that, I.