The sorry bastard probably needed all the help he could get in order to get shtuped. Maybe some pitiful fat old broad would be hard up enough to let h...m crawl on top of her.The thought of allowing him to make love to her; to put his hands on her, to enter her most private and intimate place; well it disgusted her and it made her shudder. So it chagrined her greatly but privately when some days later she awoke in the night, hot, sweating and drooling from her slack pussy. She found herself. There are two faces peering from beneath the covers. One is terrified; the other is seething with venomous anger. The music is so loud that it’s painful but it doesn’t slow me down. The pain feeds me. The woofers are a blur of movement; the air is vibrating so much that it’s difficult to breathe. I march over to the amplifier – a Pioneer – its dial rotated fully round to the right. I’ve never seen it above a quarter before, and press its power button. Silence. I turn. “Get out of my fucking. I heard the key open the front door along with the click as it was quietly closed. After about 3 minutes I heard soft footsteps making there way slowly up the stairs. The bedroom door was opened after a little fumbling and I heard my wife come in. She was softly humming a tune followed by a little giggle and then a shhhhhh be quiet. She stepped out of her heels, unzipped her dress then sat on the edge of the bed. She lifted her leg up and took off what I imagined was her stocking and then did. I could not answer, I was too excited, I just smiled. Girls had made several clumsy attempts at my cock before, but none as good as this man. He pulled down my underwear, my cock stood straight up, throbbing and dripping with pre cum. He licked his lips and bent down. The warmth of his mouth was almost enough for me to cum, but I managed to keep it together. I felt his tongue dance around and play with the shaft. John wisely stayed away from my cock's head; that would have made me explode.