She sighed to herself and remembered when they were courting and he took his time when he fucked her.He always made her cum, before he did himself.But...that was a long time ago.Wendy now slipped out of bed.She pulled her nightie up covering her boobs and pulled it down covering her pussy.She could feel her husband’s cum running out of her pussy and down her legs.Wendy now opened her bedroom door.She looked back at her husband and could not help but feel disgusted by him.She then said to him as. Or at least, that's what I thought, but everything seemed a bit hazy. Like I couldn't quite focus properly."I'm right here Isaac." Came the soft yet masculine reply from behind me. I smiled and turned to look into those intense, dark eyes and there he was; my best friend, the coolest person in the world. To me anyway.Immediately I began to relax, having been reunited with Zack. But something was wrong. There was a passion and a hunger in his eyes that I hadn't seen before and it seemed to be. He wasnt lying he was getting hard again, and I have no idea how possible this is but he seemed to be even bigger. I almost dropped to my knees and starting sucking him again. I went to the bathroom and in the mirror I saw a slut. That slut was me. swating, make up running, cum leaking. I was in love with myself. i put my hair in a bun and took a quick shower to wash the sweat and cum off me. I got out, fixed my make up, put my pink robe on again and walk out. he was dressed. i walked over to. I told her I had, she smiled and told me that was good. We started talking and I told her that I was horny all the time and I told her that I masturbated quiet often, but that this was the first time I had thought about her in a sexual context. I started apologizing to her again but she told me to stop. She told me that there was nothing wrong and that I was growing up so naturally this was bound to happen. She asked me why I came to her room and why I was going through her panties. I took her.