Turning to Dianne with a grin she added “We’ll be inthere in just a few minutes.” Dianne grinned back ather.I was only too happy to ...bey, but I wondered what theyhad in mind. Bondage, maybe? Not really Dianne’s style. Not a threesome: Dianne was clear that when we marriedshe was taking that “forsaking all others” vowseriously and expected me to do the same if I wanted tokeep her.It wouldn’t be lesbian action either:These women had known each other since. Her tongue lathed his thickness, up and down, up and down, all over the moist head, leaking now, leaking fast. She lowered herself further and further; he groaned in aching pleasure as the tight, lapping tunnel of her mouth took him in, down, down, into her throat, her pulsing throat, he was inside all the way, her nose pressing into his belly, her hands stroking his balls.His fingers wove through her hair, holding her down on his cock while his hips made small, rapid thrusts upward."Oh fuck.. He nibbled on my earlobe and slapped again. “Oh, my, you are getting wetter. You like that don’t you?” He brought his left hand to my mouth. “Taste how much you like it.” And he slid his finger into my mouth. I sucked it like a cock. Whispering in a low, barely audible voice again, “Tell me you want to suck my cock."Having gone too far to stop I obeyed. “I want to suck your cock.”He let me go, walked to the edge of the desk. Leaning back against it he said, “Go ahead, baby.” He spread his. However, she didn’t seem very upset. Of course, how could she be? Jackie had little room to talk. I’d seen her sucking Fred’s cock in the back seat. So, maybe her infidelity had softened her attitude about my actions. I tested the waters and jokingly fired back a response.“What about you?” I asked as I helped her stand and guided her into the house. “You were a pretty fucking naughty wife, don’t you think? I watched you sucking that cock.”She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling as I held.