I knew when they raise themselves from the water, they would be wet and the wet towel would cling to their body, showing a vague picture of their puss...es. After some moments they raised themselves from the water, as if nothing is happening, and to my disappointment, facing the other side, denying the view of their wet thighs and a vague glimpse of their pussies, which could be faintly seen through the wet towel.Usually, I used to wait till that scene and leave. I could see the dark patch. Enter our last friend Nigel, on every meet he purposely blew his first orgasm into my wife's face much to my viewing pleasure and his release of lust and Monica well, never complained and after the first meet just expected it. The act of a man blowing his cum in the face of another mans wife in front of her husband even though in a consensual wife sharing session and with out so much as asking permission from either hubby or wifey to do so is at the same time both so hot and degrading of the. Cum was like the staple of my diet. Sometimes she referred to me as her birth control.Then one day her parents called and told her that they had arranged for a marriage with her and the son of an old family friend. This son, and her future husband, was quite successful. So, although Mistress was not too high on the idea of arranged marriages, she went along with it for financial reasons. But she apparently liked me too much to give me up. Mistress said that if she was going to marry rich, she. Then she leaned over and embraced Alaina. “And thanks to you, too, Laina,” she said between kisses.Alaina blushed. “I think I enjoyed it more than you did,” she said. Her eyes looked past them. “Fuck, we need to get moving. I told Ay that I’d go to her track meet today. Um ... Both of you wanna come with me, right?” She looked back and forth between them.Will nodded. “I’d like that,” he said.Alaina snorted.“How long’s it gonna be?” asked Tiff, checking the clock herself. “I need to go home this.