Her eyes widened, as if surprised to see that I did, in fact, defy the stereotype that plagued my people. She cooed, leaning in and giving the head a ...uick kiss. I thought I would die when she pulled away. She slipped out of her dress and tossed it behind the sofa, her bra and panties soon to follow. I wasted no time in kicking off my pants and boxers, and then it hit me . . . Kendra looked several times more heavenly without her clothes. She definitely lived up to my idolatry. And I. Well, that was a problem for another day, and I didn’t have much say or control about this yet, did I, if I ever would?For whatever reason, Jessica only wanted us to use more sexually explicit words in Spanish today. Profanity. Sexually charged phrases, things like that. It was very much out of character for a supposedly devout Jehovah’s Witness wife and mother, wasn’t it? I wasn’t gonna complain, though, and evidently, neither was anyone else.Then things really got weird, because a stranger. Moaning into each other's faces, we forced our bodies ever tighter together until we were as one body, molded together forever in passion.She finally pinned me long enough to settle on top of me, her pussy just below my breasts. "Now, I'm going to love you like I wanted to while you were in that hospital bed," she said, as she slid down my body to bend over and make love to my breasts in a way that had me fisting my hands into her hair so she couldn't get away from me. I could hear someone. She looked stunning and she smiled at me as she let his beautiful cock drop from her mouth. Still fully erect, glistening."Kiss her, kiss your wife", Peter said with a sly grin, breathing a bit heavy and catching his breath from fucking the shit out of my wife."Kiss her."I looked my wife in the eye and she smiled and she gigled. We crawled towards each other in the presence of the man who fucked her. Standing directly over us, dominant, his subjects, on their knees. Peter looked at me and.