She lay motionless in the chair, eyes closed, chest heaving. I remained leaning forward, staring at the pussy that had so recently been wrapped aroun... another man’s cock. A cock that was magnitudes larger than my own. I’d never seen my wife look so damned satisfied. There were conflicting feelings, no getting around that, but just then I was more than happy. No matter what happened after this, I knew I’d indirectly been able to give my wife something she needed. Something that had finally. After feeding her daughters the Little Princess sat watching TV in her dressing gown being careful to change out of her leather-look skirt and blouse. On the way home from work she’d taken the cotton dress she’d been wearing to be shortened and would collect it at the weekend. As she sat and watched the TV she was hoping that Dan would ring her, he didn’t and so she sent him a text message to which he failed to reply. In the end she rang him only to get no response feeling disappointed she took. Then she shut the door and I was face first with a door less than an inch away from my nose. I couldn't move at all inside the box. A few moments went by and Betty slid open a little cover on the front of the door and one on the back of the box. I didn't know what was going on except I saw a cock suddenly appear through the hole in front of me. "Suck that cock you little whore." Betty demanded. I took this cock and got as much as I could through the door that divided us. I heard soft moans on. So up at he usual time and into my usual routine, apart from doing the domestic things I started to get ready quite early working on the assumption that if I was ready early I may get in another visitor.On to my favourite French contact site and voila, somebody I had to put off another day popped up and asked me whether I was available, well it would have been rude to refuse a second time wouldn't it.I finished getting ready including the new smoky eye shadow and liner and then he arrived just.