While chatting, I sent few pictures of Deepika cropping her face and many guys even requested for a threesome. Unlucky to those guys who wanted a thre...some, Deepika wanted to be my personal slut for those three days and didn’t want to get fucked by anyone else.As both of us were not very hungry, we ordered for brunch and it was Deepika again who opened the door wearing an off-shoulder red top and a mini skirt. The waiter was stunned looking at her in her sexy attire and he couldn’t take his. Firstly I loved giving my wife all the pleasure I could when we made love, but it also gave me some time to think of what to say next. I could feel her pussy getting very wet now, dripping her sweet nectar down the two fingers I had inside her. Oddly enough, I could also feel myself getting quite turned on by talking about this. My pulse quickened as the image appeared in my mind of this other man in bed with my wife, licking her pussy. My cock was now fully erect, straining the material on my. Allison tried to slow things down as she grabbed his hands and put them back on her breasts. Steve began to kiss Allison harder as he again moved his one hand down to her jeans. He tried in vain to move her jeans down over her ass, but he was stopped before he got through with it. They continued on as Steve made one more try to get inside Allison’s pants. This time Allison gave up as Steve’s hand slid down into Allison’s panties. He worked his hand down to her wet pussy and began to finger her. “You fucking betrayed me! You lied and cheated and thought you could get away with it because I was too fucking stupid to notice anything was wrong!” I pulled out and turned her over, ripping the robe open. Stephanie opened her legs and I entered her. I pushed all the way in and looked her in the face from an inch away. “Look at me, Goddamnit! How many times did you fuck another man in this bed? How many times, you lying slut?” Stephanie was crying. Imagine my concern.“I don’t know. I never.