As he progressed through the photos; I got a bit worried and pleaded with him never to let on, or even hint that I had shown them to him (Rachael woul... kill me)!He was blown away when the last dozen or so photos showed Rachael on our bed, on her back, legs wide open revealing a gapping wet neatly trimmed pussy!She is so fuckable, is that before you fucked her or after he said laughing?From then on, with nothing to hide, I often took my camera into work after a photo session with Rachael and he. I stood frozen for a minute whist I was caressed then stepped away and round to deliver the last coffee.By now my mind was a sexual whirl and my panties were definitely wet. In this state I went to put down the third coffee but made sure I bend right over the table with legs apart. Sure enough another hand went up my skirt but this one hit the jackpot; right onto my overheated cunt. I couldn’t move in fact I didn’t want to move as the sexual sensations overwhelmed me.Sensing this the man. As you continue to move forward, you realize that your briefs are stuck to your cock due to the large amount of pre-cum you are oozing. You step up behind your wife's lovely ass and point your prick towards the prize...You slam you cock into her HARD. Stretching, separating, plunging deep into her core. Bumping into her cervix you thrust like an a****l and spear your cock head through. She lets out a small cry as you take her womb, a place no other has ever been. You reach up and grab two. No, better she stay in control.‘You mentioned ?fucking? me, Mister Smallwood?’ she prompted, helpfully, adding, ‘I assume you mean sexual intercourse of some variety? I’m afraid you’ll need to narrow down your criteria a bit, Sir, just so that I know what you’d like me to do.’‘Yes... yes...’ Smallwood murmured, suddenly seeming to find it difficult to meet her eyes, ‘... um... maybe a blow job?’‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ countered Kim, ‘was that a request or a question?’‘Oh...’ Smallwood had started.