My head is still, locked in your barbaric restraint, all I can do is take your plunges. Your drive harder and deeper, until my lips feel the tickle of...your hair at the base of your cock and my forehead is mashed against your stomach. You hold me there, my throat clenching around you as I try to swallow. My eyes stream and saliva drips down my chin. My hands come to your hips and hold onto you tight, as my gargling moans try fruitlessly to escape from my packed mouth. You relent and pull my. If a beautiful woman makes a play for me, I just can't resist, no matter how guilty I feel about it afterwards.I arrive at the house and knock on the door. Di in a white blouse and navy flared trousers opens the door and motions me in. She's still chatting on the phone to my wife."Oh it's the plumber... I'll have to go in a minute and show him where the stop-cock is!" to which I hear laughter down the other end of the line."Yes, the kitchen's straight through there," Di says for the benefit of. He would occasionally slap my ass hard enough to leave bright red handprints. He finished by squirting hot semen all over my bare assI was taken over and over again by different sizes and shapes each eager for release. None of these men suffered from performance anxiety. It was impersonal sex just hop on and hop off without any care for my pleasure just theirs. Even though they were indifferent to my pleasure I had more than my fair share. This went on for hours.The last man had the kind of. I went along with the game and told her that daddies penis was too big for his little girl. She got me on my back and straddled me, I saw my wife’s brown muff as she pinned my cock between her slit and my belly and she began to rub up and down my shaft. While I had certainly seen her nude before the effect of this was different, she made it seem so forbidden. I was leaning up so that I could watch her slit as she rubbed against me and she reached down pulling her pussy open showing me her lips.