I started jerkingoff slowly, increasing the rhythm when I startedhearing the telltale sound of my love suckingAlessandro’s cock. After a while I...started hearing themoans and the dirty words Alessandro was saying to mylove, “You are really a juicy slut, where’s your lovelyhusband?”I could hear Angela reply, “Don’t worry about him andscrew me. Didn’t you know that he’s a happy cuckold?”Then he started fucking her harder and harder and Idecided. Unlike me, he didn’t shave his pubic hair so I had to occasionally pull a small strand or two from the tip of my tongue but it didn’t bother me. I was about to start sucking on his dick again but he pulled me up. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and that was how I got my first French kiss. I’d talked about French kissing with my friends so I knew what to expect. It was so freaky and intimate at the same time.“I wanna taste that ass again before I nut,” he told me.I turned around and bent. They never kissed and she never did more than nod her head when he told her something. He never asked, he just told her what he wanted and she always nodded a yes.The fourth Tuesday she broke the pattern. After taking Brian in her ass she got up and washed his cock off and then deep throated him to get him up again and then she took him in her pussy for the second time that day. She also spoke to him for the first time:"I don't have to go back to work today so don't be surprised if you aren't. And there was a part of her that seriously hoped this affection and love would continue into the bathroom, maybe the den, and hopefully, for the rest of her life.* * *The bright light of the morning shone through the window and the sound of birds stirred Tori from her sl*ep. The first thing she felt was that she wasn't alone and there were strong arms wrapped around her. He smelled like her body wash still despite the fact that they got just as dirty as they got clean. She could still taste his.