"But just your mouth and cunt, right whore?" I confirmed, "your ass belongs to me and only me!" Yes Sir" she replied, her mouth very full."I actually ...ave a number for one of the guys." I added, gauging her interests. "Perhaps I'll give him a call and see if he really wants to fuck a well-used pussy."My wife did not reply yet she was expertly sucking my cock and humming as she did."You want another fuck?" I asked her"Mmmmmm" she emailed, "you mean other than you?" Yes, you whore" I replied,. I could taste it on my tongue as fear knotted my heart into a million pieces. It was a vampire voice, a woman, and she was pulling her bad mojo. It was the kind that made certain parts of me excited when I knew I shouldn’t be. I managed a soft whimper. ‘Oh, honey, I love that noise,’ the hand appeared on my thigh again, ‘please do that again.’ The part of me compelled to listen pushed the sound past my lips. The vampire moaned and traced a long-nailed finger up and down my leg. The pressure. ..she knew about my divorce from Cheryl and also understood that marriage was not likelybut we were comfortable together and enjoyed life as a couple. Wanda was a nice girl very good looking and a bit drywith a terrible scence of humor, her good looks always had men hitting on her and it put her off. As for our relationshipwe just felt that an even smooth road of normal everyday things suited us fine. Sex with Wanda was ok but nothing to write about. I guess my first marriage had me numb to. This much he knew how to respond to, putting his tongue to work, kissing into the deep crease and alternately tracing and probing. If he could not use his hands, he would just have to let his face work harder. The room was silent other than the occasional grunt from above him; the hand caressing his sore balls was a godsend. Suddenly, the cheeks on his face clenched and shoved downward pinning his head back and covering both his mouth and nose. Craig fluttered his tongue with both insistence.