I helped my wife to her feet and the sight of her cum drenched boobies where incredible! “Come here,” She said, taking me to the other end of the...couch, next to Mark’s head. “Sit down,” She said, holding her left cum covered breast with her right hand.She smiled. “Clean me off,” my wife instructed, placing it inside my mouth. I felt awkward as I licked her cum covered breast, mostly because Mark was there, watching. But I loved the thrill. I felt kind of humiliated, and very aroused. “You. Sharing the cooking and chores and trials of bringing up a five-year-old, while remaining attentive and, dare I say, inventive in bed.Chris liked being dominated. Loved it when I took control and forced him to do things to me. Things I adored too, of course. Like sitting on his face and grinding across his tongue and lips, feeling them probe my slick pussy and nibble my yearning clit until I came all over him. Or pinning him down and riding him hard until he flooded me with his seed. Then. I stand up as I feel the arousal beginning to rise within myself again. Observing her nude body, with her arms and legs secured behind her by the excess rope of the noose. Which is still around her delicate neck, helping prevent her from wriggling too much. She gets brief look of relief across her face ... As if she believes I’ve felt some form of pity or remorse. Or that I’m going to free her... I take a step forward as I grin down at her and gently reach to my shaft, and stroke its length.. " His lips brush her sensitive nipple as he speaks. "I'm so sorry," he says trying to move away from her."Don't," she says, pulling his face back to her tits. "We're already cursed, right?" she laughs."What do you mean?" he asks, wondering what she could be thinking."I mean, we're cursed whether we did it once or more than once, right?" she asks, her pussy anxiously wanting that blissful feeling again. She's opening and closing her legs, rubbing her thighs together."Sharon!" Paul exclaims,.