” As she said “cream” she squeezed her slick fist tightly around my cock head and tightened it so it slid up off the end. My hips jerked sharply...as the electricity shot through me and I screamed. “Ooooh, look at that purple head.” She did it again, with the same results. With her other hand she started pulling the hairs on my balls, and tickling them with her fingernails. Every 5 seconds or so she’d squeeze me cock head like that as she tickled my balls. I was bucking like horse. All the while. ”“You are full of surprises, Jawdat.”I smiled at him. “A wife should always have a few surprises for her husband.”I rolled off the bed, rising, my big breasts jiggling beneath my robe. My nipples so hard, tingling as they rasped against the terrycloth. I shivered, hearing Leyla moan behind me as I slipped out of the master bedroom.I walked down the hallway, pussy juices soaking my bush. That hot itch tingled through me. I reached Faizel’s door, his room dark. I bet he needed satisfaction. And. Kevin. Mr. Kevin was a top director brought from abroad, some kind of genius that arrived in our incredibly forgotten town to explore some crazy dream about extracting an absurd quantity of gas and oil from our soil. He was always very well-treated everywhere he went, very respected, but everybody used to talk about him with some fear in their voices. They had a really bad image of him, like some rumor had been shared since he came from his country and made everybody think that, inside, he had. A few months after the wedding I did a plumber job for one of Souvenir's old friends, who teased me by telling that Souvenir had swore to fuck Sandra in all her openings and show evidence about that to the whole town. The friend said that as far as he knew, Souvenir had never failed in his attempts to seduce a married woman when he really had wanted her and did his very best to get her.Not very happy news for a newlywed, which I told Sandra who promised that never give him any chance to be.