. Oo o my god, I can't believe this, my wife and my best friend", he looked at me,"so what do you think you're doing? You're fucking you're best frien...s wife as well!", he didn't say anything and turned towards them again and watched for a few minutes when I realized his dick standing like a rock hard pillar from the robe. I moved my hands into his robe and held his dick and moved my hands up and down on his shaft and whispered "you seem to like your wife like that don't you?", and he just. My hand rubbed her stomach and tickled her thighs. She murmured softly and grabbed my head, pulling me closer. I delighted in the sound of her soft moans and the soft look of pleasure that graced her face. I stopped and rolled her over, taking her panties off, and taking my cock and pushing into her. "Oh Eric, oh, that's so good, push that fucking cock in me, my darling, shove it in me, ram me, fuck me…now!" She bit her lip as I slipped my hand between her legs and slowly made my way up to her. I could feel steam pouring from it as I fucked myself for his pleasure, pulling and twisting my nipples, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, growing desperate, my moans drowning out the music as I felt myself peaking.“I can’t!” I cried out, spasms rippling through me, my entire body lifting off the couch, my spine curving until I felt like I would break in half.“Not. Until. I. do.” He punctuated each word with a savage pull of his cock, gritting his teeth with fierce concentration, his hips. .." Without warning, Staceyslapped my face with her opera gloves. "...a slap in the face." Shepursed her lips at me and shook her head. "Awwww ... did mommy slapdixie-kins? Does it hurt, sweetie pie?" Stacey laughed, not caring tohear my response. Instead, she slapped my other cheek with even moreviciousness. Another slap was delivered, and another, and another,the gloves ringing in my ears. She lifted a hairbrush from herdresser and raked it across my tender cheek bones, the firm.