" he asked shutting the door and touching her shoulder. She sobbed and grabbed his hand tightly. He knew she was crying because of him and wrapped his...arms around her, laying behind her. He kissed her cheek softly once and held her until her tears died down. She then turned to face him, smiling, her face still red and eyes blury. He kissed her lips gently, then passionately. They rolled over so he was atop her, still kissing. Their hands explored eachothers' backs as she took his shirt off.. I then felt this kinky and unnatural sense of gratification in knowing that his big cock will certainly satisfy my wife!After some more foreplay in front of the closet door, Mark began leading my wife toward the bed. As they went, Julie made sure that she wiggled her ass in front of me which, of course, drives me wild! When they both got to the bed, Mark had her lay back. She looked so beautiful laying there! I watched intently as Mark hovered over her. His penis was rock hard as it was only as. I needed that fix, that rush, that chemical boost when you have an orgasm. I averaged at least four climaxes a day, but sometimes it could be six or eight, even twelve if I had multiples. And it was easy for me to have multiples, so easy and so goood, you know how . . . Uh, I'm getting off track.”“Anyway, well I got caught. Not just caught having sex . . . . . . uuhmm . . . having sex with . . my . . son.”“I know that sound terrible . . . well, I guess it is. But it wasn't every time I. I watched, the motions of her upper arms incredibly arousing. Even though I couldn't see her hands, I knew where they were, and what they were doing. Unconsciously, I craned my neck forward, trying to violate the laws of physics and see what her fingers were doing."Tell me, Riley," I breathed, stroking myself a little faster."OK," she said in a quaver. "I'm touching myself -- my lips and my clittie. I'm so wet and warm, Mark, thinking of you. Wishing that my fingers were yours -- or that it was.