She paused a moment, then back down she went, gobbling my hard throbbing cock. She did that five or six times, each time my hard cock slid all the way...down her throat it sent a shudder through me. My hands found the back of her head and my fingers tangled in her hair as I forced her to take me faster with her mouth. She never batted an eye, her mouth working to handle all of me.After a few more minutes of that, I pulled her up on to my lap, feeding all of my nine inches into her tight wet hole.. Kathy struggled trying to fight me off and protested saying, ‘No, don’t do this! Please stop! Don’t cum inside me – please don’t. I finally pinned her down a fucked the shit out of her. I came with a torrent of semen in a few minutes. I told her, ‘You better not say anything to Pat, your mistress, about this.’ Technically, I guess that I had just ****d my wife. The next day, I woke up feeling bad about what I’d done, but damn it, she was my wife and I had some ownership in her body,. ” “It became pretty obvious when you demanded I take you to bed,” I laughed. “I told you. I was a slut back then.” “You were never a slut, Shania.” “Honey, I was. I was your slut. I was absolutely determined that you were going to fuck me that first night.” “So all that vision stuff was just a ploy to get me into the sack?” “No, of course not. We’re living it, darling. No, but that playing with the clock thing. You remember? ‘It’s not Saturday, it’s Sunday morning.’ It was still the first night. At the start I invite her to sit at my lap from the left at my right leg. So she rests her head at my right shoulder. My right arm around her shoulders, while my left hard comforts her anxiety with caresses, while I whisper my curious questions in her left ear. "I like you to tell me all about your erotic experiences. At what age you understood how babies are made? How young you were, when first felt fine down there?When did you start to play your pussy purely for pleasure?"At first she sighs.