Then he felt angry at himself. She didn't want him there, he could feel it. She hadn't even said hi to him. He desperately wanted to leave right then,...wanted to run away and hide in his bed. But yet she hadn't done anything mean to him, just hadn't done what he thought she'd do. He hated her for an instant. Then he felt ashamed.Dana was giving her a look from across the bed, he thought. He couldn't tell what it meant, except possibly, "Well? Aren't you going to acknowledge Matt?" He couldn't. She began to suck softly.Jerry whimpered at the sensations.Margot nursed with pleasure. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew tenderly down his looming cockshaft, as if she were inflating his balls.Her lips peeled outward as they collared his thick prickshaft.Her drool washed down his cock, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, like some creamy sauce blended into a melting lollipop.Holding only his cockhead in her lips, she twisted her dark head, winding her mouth. I turned away as she started to straighten up.Aunt Marti finally called a halt at mid-afternoon. "Let's go for a swim, Max. I need to cool off and clean up."I followed Aunt Marti out the front door and down to the SUV. She grabbed a towel out of one of the boxes and threw it to me before turning to get another towel for herself and a bar of soap."There's a bathing pond and swimming pond this way," she said as she around the side of the cabin.I followed her as she walked down a path that led. , very fit as I enjoy running and working out. We have a great marriage and a wonderful sex life. Here is where things get strange; since I can remember, I have always had a fantasy of watching my wife fuck another man. I have always been hesitant to tell Deanna this, since we have had k**s she had become somewhat prudish, or so I thought. Deanna was definitely not a prude; she had an active sex life before we were married; at least that is what she has always told me. She never gave me details.