My moment had gone: my prick was completely limp. After about 10 minutes, my embarrassment had abated somewhat and I decided to go out. As I reached t...e bottom of the stairs, Julie came out from the lounge. “I am so sorry” she said “I thought you had gone out earlier and had come to collect your laundry.” “No” I said “It is me who must apologise.” “There’s no need to apologise. You were just doing what comes naturally. Especially if you don’t have a girl to help you “get rid of the stress”. I. It looked like she was protesting but I faded out without knowing. I woke up the next morning with a head that felt like a bass drum being pounded on. My mouth tasted like a cavalry regiment had ridden through it and as I stumbled to the bathroom I swore that I would never drink again. Finishing in the bathroom I went into the bedroom and found Abby asleep on the bed. There was dried cum everywhere. She had love bites on her tits, her legs were spread and I could see cum leaking out of her. Like a gunshot, the door swung open, freezing her in a naked panic. Her hands whipped up to the blindfold and fumbled for the knot behind her head. He’d tied it so tight.“Ah, ah, ah,” her husband cautioned. In her darkness, she could feel him circling behind her. The door had not closed. For a moment she could feel its openness like a bottomless chasm of the unknown, yawning enormously in front of her. It frightened her but pulled her psychically to the edge of its thrilling call.“Nothing to. It was the first shaved pussy I had ever seen in my entire life. Her fingers once again found her pussy and she stroked it close to the top, her fingers making a rolling motion around it. “You have a gorgeous cock!” she said. It was the first words that were not threatening. “Make it spurt for me…please,” she continued. My hand pumped my cock a little faster as I watched her do the same with her fingers. I groaned out loud as I watched her. Then she came a little closer. With her legs either.