The pleasure slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was incredible. I groaned, loving every second of this heat surging through me... I shuddered at that hot cunt writhing around my erupting cock.I pumped her full of my jizz. She moaned, trembling on me. She cried out her orgasm. She squirmed on me, her pussy sucking out all the cum in my balls. I hit that peak as my wife slumped back against my chest, panting.“Daddy,” she mewled.“Mmm, my naughty Kimmie,” I said, squeezing her. I had never seen someone wear a monocle in real life before. ‘It’s not so bad. I probably won’t find much romance on this trip, but the company is pleasant.’ I raised my glass to them and then sampled a mouthful. This was good wine and I guess my surprise showed on my face. ‘Gerrald, dear,’ said a near-sighted seventy year old as she patted my hand, ‘my husband Stan is a bit of a wine connoisseur. He sent the waiter back to return with a better vintage.’ Stan added his two cents. ‘One of the. “Yes in the passenger seat.” You reached in and got it and locked the doors. Grabbing my hand again you lead me to your truck. Helped me in the passenger side and shut the door. I was shaking so badly and I was so wet. He got in and put the key in the ignition and started the truck. Looked over at me and smiled “Nervous?” “Yes” I breathed. “I’m not going to hurt you….too much.” You laughed.We continued to talk and laugh until we got to the room. You got out of the truck and before. Especially her bulbous ass cheeks. The Husband: Rhea parked her car in the garage and entered her bungalow. The light clicking of her heels did not go unnoticed by her husband, who was in his study, ‘Ah, she finally returns.’ he called out and approached her. In the context of art, if Rhea were Botticelli’s wet dream then her husband would qualify as a certifiable nightmare. The contrast did not end at their physical appearance alone, for as wealthy as her husband was, he was also a classless.