"You forgot the condom, stupid," I shrieked at him. "I don't want to pick up whatever diseases the whores you fuck probably have." He just laughed at ...e."You all say the same thing," he quipped. It dawned on me then that in his opinion, it's what I was. I was just another one of the whores he fucked.The TV was on behind us. Sam opened one of the bottles of champagne and drank some straight from the bottle. His phone rang surprising us both. It was only eleven o'clock."Hey babe," he said. He'd. The emotional upheaval of the fire, even though it was small, with things like having to arrange repairs and deal with insurance had poor Mrs. Isaacs emotionally drained. With all the upheaval, she clearly was enjoying having someone who would just listen, and not be full of advice. She was being downright chatty, and I was thoroughly enjoying the conversation. We talked about the kitchen fire of course, about the pending repairs, but also about where her daughters were now, a little about. Thrusting one last time, I bury my cock deep into Jill, pushing my balls against her clit. As Jill's pussy clinches around my cock, my cock begins to throb and I start shooting my cum into her wet pussy.After several moments, I release my grasp of Jill's hips and slowly began pulling my cock out of her. Liz quickly comes over and gets ready to eat the cum from Jill's pussy. As I move away, my wife quickly buries her face into Jill's cream filled pussy and begins eating her and sucking the cum. I had countless orgasms whilst he, dear boy, seemingly had endless stamina and self-control and it was only during our final coupling that he allowed himself the pleasure of ejaculating his spunk deep inside my womb. He was still pulsing and dribbling when he slowly withdrew that magnificent black shaft all coated in our combined juices. The time came for him to go and I almost felt relieved when he took his leave. As the door closed behind him I tentatively touched my tender pussy; there was.