I asked why what is this all about and she then said it's cause she cheated on me with guy from Cape Town. She explained last December she met him th...re and that's when they first kissed. She then kept in contact with throughout last year and this December met up with him a few time and slept with him. My heart sunk as she told me this but I think the blow was softened as I've been cheating on her. She said she's sorry but he stays in a 30 min drive away from her and she has feelings for him. Next thing I know Steve has his 8 inch cock sliding into my wife and starts fucking her hard. I can't believe that he fucks her for a good 15 minutes in different positions before she begs him to fill her pussy with his cum. He grunts and fills her deeply. Lana then motions me over to lick her clean. I move between her legs and see little globs of cum start to push their way out of her wet pussy and I forget all of the reasons why I won't do this and dive right in. I lick her for all I am. We pulled into Frank's circular driveway and parked the car. My snatch was already twitching at the thought of the pleasures that were likely to take place. We knocked on the door and it was answered by Rosalie. "Miss Wendy, Miss Margot, please come in," she greeted us in charmingly accented English. Rosalie was a pretty woman in her early 40"s. She had long black hair with a little gray, kind brown eyes, a huge bosom, wide hips and a full ass that belied the energy she had. She had fled an. She looked around gloomily for sometime. Then fell back to sleep again. It was more than an hour before she woke up again. This time completely aware that she was in some other room. She thought of the dungeons she had seen the kidnappers would keep the victims in movies. But this was no dungeon. The house more than well furnished. With the double bed she was on, the curtains, marble and wooden floors. Everything was well enough for a VIP. As she started to pull herself up she felt a sour pain.