He placed his elbow to my groin and arm on my belly seeing how deep it went. You nasty slut he said raising to his feet and spinning me around. I push...d back as his cock entered me. His hands on my hips driving that young hard cock balls deep in my gaped wide open hole. My head hanging down hands braced on the stove SLAP SLAP SLAP the sound of his balls hitting my ass and he fucked me like a pile driver. “Your going to cum in my mouth and I want ever drop” I yelled. YES YES ‘I’m going to cum”. She had one hand resting just below her naval, the other raised up over her head. One of her legs was laying straight with the other slightly bent, crossed at the ankles. The comforter was carelessly thrown across her, covering only part of one leg and her hip. I watched her sleep for a few minutes. Her breasts rising and falling with her steady breathing. Her hair was spread on the pillow in a careless fan. It amused me that her nipples were soft. Every time I had seen them before they had. I hadn't seen Rod in about a year, so we talked for about an hour or so just catching up. As he talked, I would blow bubbles with my gum constantly, hoping to turn him on with my tongue. I made little moves like leaning back real far on the table, rubbing the outside of my thighs every once in a while. I noticed every time he got up to throw another log on the fire that he sat ever so closer each time. He kept asking if I was seeing anyone, which I replied no. After a small silence, Rod made. Then, I'd without a doubt end up in jail and get raped in the divorce. And, quite apart from any of that, my crushing mister Brand would not stop my wife from cheating; it would at best only delay it or slow it down a little. No, I needed to take my time. I had two goals: end her need for assholes like Brand, and get myself back as her one and only true life and love. Like I said, I really do love the stupid broad. Hell, adultery ain't near as bad as voting Republican, and so far she hasn't.