The hairs of her pussy, usually so soft and smooth, were dry and crinkly to my touch with juices that had dried. My knuckles felt dampness in her silk... knickers, and her slit, which usually requires attention before getting wet, was slick with love slime. I think I gasped, my heart beating like a hammer as I realised I was touching my lovely wife's pussy not long after it had been used by another man.Then she whispered 'I was a real slut for him'. It took my breath away and made my heart race,. I warned her that I was about to blow and she surprised me by pushing my cock further into her mouth until I could feel the head moving into her throat. She gagged just a bit but continued in her quest of deep throating me. When her nose touched my pubic hair, I lost it. I started squirting so hard that it felt like my balls were going to come out the head of my dick. She felt the first pulse she pulled back a bit and let my seed fill her mouth.I finally opened my eyes a bit to see my girl. The mare down by the creek had long been finished mating but her scent obviously still lingered because most of the males were walking around with their cocks dangling out. Tami couldnt help but stare at the large cocks, she even started to wonder what it would be like to touch them. Hey lets see how close we can get to them. Greta said with the tone of voice she always used when they went on adventures. Tami giggled and nodded, both girls put sandals on and shoved their hiking boots and. " "Give me your right hand." For some reason I complied despite some growing anxiety which jumped another level when I heard the clicking of the cuff being clamped to my right wrist. "Now the left." He commanded and again I complied despite the ever growing fear (as well as ever wetening pussy).He stood up, grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulled me into a bent over position and started walking towards the living room. I had no choice but to follow. Upon reaching the couch, he turned around.