She pushed me into the living room where Isaiah was sitting on the couch, hard dick in hand, stroking himself. Lana positioned me just right before jo...ning him on the couch. She kneeled between his legs and took his impressive manhood into her mouth.I don’t know how he did it, but Isaiah still had cum-filled balls. As Lana sucked his head like a straw, he erupted and blasted her face with thick ropes of cum. Unlike usual, she didn’t eat the cum; she left it on her face as she climbed into his. She kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear: "You don't need to worry it's just my body that gets shared from time to time" I'm discrete, you and the c***dren will not notice anything"Hearing this from my wifes mouth made me stunned and I thought this can't be for real, she can't be serious.She smiled at me and said sweetheart adultery will be a common thing in our marriage from now on.She explained to me that she read beforehand about hotwifing/cuckolding relationships and that it does. ‘Did he do this to you baby?’ ‘He was angry. He lost it.’ Cathryn shuttered at the memory all too fresh in her mind. ‘I stabbed him, in the arm I think. I had to get away.’ ‘Of course you had to get away. Where else hurts?’ Sam took inventory of her face and saw nothing but the battered cheek. Before she could protest he raised her night shirt over her head. Anger didn’t even come close to describing the emotion that was flowing through him when he saw the hand print of her soft upper arm and. She wanted to become a criminal sociologist. But she had also chosen a school in the United States because she wanted to get out of Great Britain. She lived in the small town of Farnborough all of her life, and she longed to escape. She wanted to see the America she saw on her "telly" - her television. The America she had read about in school and in stories. She was pretty good in school in England; she had gotten good grades there and didn't think she would have much trouble in an American.