When we made it to the back corner of the room, I saw that Darnell had his hand on my wife’s butt. She leaned into his ear and said something. H... replied but I didn’t hear him either. She laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.The event was noisy with everyone chatting and moving around. About 20 people had showed up and half of them left within an hour. I guess they just wanted to make an appearance. The remaining guest were either buzzed or drunk.One of Carol’s. Then his rhythm grew marginallyfaster and distinctly more erratic. I dug my nails into his ass cheeks.He grunted and swore as he succumbed to his climax. The pressure of hishands kept my face fixed against his pubic bone until every last drop ofliquid had been milked from his softening cock. Gasping and moaning, heexhaled heavily and slumped onto my bed.It was only then, I noticed Penelope was filming us with her smartphone.She laughed at the frown on my face. "You really are a complete. I need to cum. I need your cock in me.’ I said breathlessly. ‘Tell me whose pussy this is Maddy.’ he commanded while cupping my pussy firmly in his right hand, grabbing and pinching my left nipple in the fingers of his right. ‘It’s yours. Only yours.’ as I spoke them, the truth of those words dawned on me. Oh my God. It was true, I couldn’t imagine another man doing the things he had done to my body. Owning it so totally I could barely think for myself. Dave slid down the bed on his belly. It had been weeks in planning, her flat mate was away on business and he wouldn’t be back for days, it was ideal, and now she was reaping the benefits of that careful preparation. Powerless, a damsel in distress, all the fantasy was now real and the rhythmic thrusting of the hidden replica penis was creating both a level of ecstasy and a frustrating diversion to her thoughts. I could see it in her eyes she needed the vibrating to stop before she could think.But then, in an instant, she was.