“Did you hear that? Your darling wife pumped full multiple times by fifteen men.” She paused. “Fucked everywhere!”The words were spoken with r...lish, and they had their effect. With a loud grunt, John exploded. His sperm shot straight into the air, falling back onto his jeans. Meghan kept pumping his cock while her husband continued to grunt, only stopping when it sounded as if he might be short of breath. She stared down at his jeans. “Such a mucky pup,” she said, before licking her hand clean. Only when John suspended his anal-fingernail torture did Susan's body begin to relax. It had been one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. There was something about the combination of pleasure and pain that really made Susan cum hard. She wondered about it as she tried to regain control of her breathing."Jesus, John. You make me cum so hard!" she panted."Good, Mother. That was just a warm-up!" he replied as he popped his finger from his mother's clutching asshole."God! A warm-up for. The food was excellent but the conversation was always a bore. It seemed the only things they could discuss were the boys, their plans for vacationing in Hyannis Port, and if the landscapers killed off the azaleas. They were superficial people with superficial lives and content to stay that way. On a typical day, The Morton’s would retire to the family room, share a cognac, and watch a little TV. With a few hours of the formalities of married life out the way, they would each go they own. He didn't want to cum yet. Withdrawing from her, he reached for the lube. "Pull your underwear down and give me your ass." Pushing her legs apart, he told her to reach back and spread her ass. Inserting a finger in her wet fold, he entered the cunt stroking back out along the wall between her ass and cunt. She liked that rub. He intended to rub her good before he fucked her ass. Reaching for more lube, he pushed five fingers into her. Rising on her knees, she spread her legs and took his hand.