I opened her door for her and stood aside as she entered. I got less than a metre inside her door when she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me... really kissed me. I would have said something, protested that this was moving much too fast for me, but my lips were sealed, by her lips. In the middle of this contact I realised that she was not wearing a bra, I snuck a feel just to confirm it, her nipples were hard, a situation that my cock was attempting to emulate. Eventually she eased back. Raesaah would always wear her wedding ring. I told Omar not to book far away from the market where a lot of Muslims would frequently come as I wanted to be around other Muslim men and I also wanted them to see her and that I expected him to treat her well and that the 2 of us would have a lot of fun with raesaah the whole weekendSo everything was planned and I could not wait to enjoy Raesaah for the weekend with Omar... so I left work a little earlier when to get our d**gs and go home and shave. Until yesterday afternoon I never dreamed I would have a cock in my mouth and now here I was mouthing one all night, hoping he would wake up and make me suck him off. My head was between his thighs as he lay on his side. I knew I had to defecate, but with that rag stuffed up my rear, it was impossible. The liquid diet I was on was giving me diarrhea and causing me stomach cramps. It was still hard to believe that my loving wife had fist fucked me like I was a whore, but indeed she had done so.. He was dripping with sweat and he was stroking at a frantic pace. He stopped and told the person on the other end of the cam that he would bust a nut for another hundred. He stood there with his cock throbbing and waited for the guy to pay. Once the payment went through, he started cranking again. He grabbed some lube and worked up a steady pace. "Give me fuckin money back if you can't do it," I heard the guy yell. Just then, Matt leaned his head back and blew a huge load right up into the air..