But I wasn't going to ask her to slow down. It just felt too good to want to stop. She led me to one of my couches and pushed me down onto it. Then sh... spun me over and removed my jeans with a few sharp tugsMy ass was in the air and I was on my knees when I felt her spit land squarely on my opening. I felt her fingers slide up and down over my rosebud, massaging her saliva around my puckering anus and then spread my cheeks open. That was when I felt her tongue slide around my opening before. ” she moaned. “God I love the way you fuck me.” Her taut little ass quaked with each thrust of Bill’s huge cock and her reveled in the sight of it. She was drenched, soaking with the pleasure that only great sex brings. “Fill up my little cunt with that big dick.” She pushed off the counter with each stroke of Bill’s cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. This was the kind of fucking she needed. Bill changed his grip to her hips and increased his rhythm again. “Fucking give it to me! Pump my. "Oh my god! I can't believe I have to put up with this! If you're done being crazy I have more packing to finish!" She barked, before turning her attention to the basket of laundry next to her. "No, that's it," I replied unable to bring myself to say what I really wanted to say.How much of a coward must I be to not confront my wife about her fucking another man? And it takes even more of a pussy to let your wife go away for the weekend again knowing damn well what she would really be doing. I. He wasn’t far wrong, despite her age of 38 she had managed to keep most of her figure. The hips had widened a bit and her breasts were larger and sagged some. But her face was a lively, radiant expression of joy most of the time. Her hair was long over her shoulders and a wavy auburn…she would comb it at least a hundred times every evening…and sometimes she even let Brian comb it for her. For years he had listened at the door to his father making love to Brian’s mother and he would play with.