Kurt and Karen kept the shades down most of the time, sometimes opened the window, saw them fight more than 10 times and heard them too. But about 5 m...nths ago, everything changed. One night I was drawing some blue prints a client for Saturday morning when about 6 o clock and with all the freedom in her house, she came out of the bathroom in one huge white towel covering from her boobs to almost her knees, and one on her head. She was just walking around looking for her outfit. I had to stop. Riding his cock, I was panting continuously.“Fuck me! Do to me what my husband can’t!”I glanced at hubby who swallowed harshly, aroused at the humiliation.“I’m coming!” Neil snarled, holding my waist, forcing me down on his cock, as his delicious hot spunk squirted inside me out of view of the camera.I continued to ride his cock slowly, enjoying the remaining shudders of orgasm as his cock slid out of me. I kissed him deeply and whispered.“I’m so pleased we bumped in to each other. She really did not expect David to share with her, though he had talked about it a lot.Laylah quietly sipped her wine as she looked about the room. Often she found her gaze drifting to David; she was quite fascinated with him."See anything you like?" David asked coyly as he twirled his 'project' in his fingers, placed it to his lips and lit it."Aye, m'lord, methinks you know me well." Laylah replied, finishing her glass of wine."Well come over here," David commanded, patting the cushion next to. Returning to her high-heeled pumps she once againstepped into them. The rules were simple… dress on,shoes off; dress off, heels on.The attractive, thirty-eight year old blonde turned andfaced the seated man once again. She was wearing awhite lingerie set consisting of lacy top brassiere,panties and garter belt which was attached to thedarker top bands of her taupe shade nylon stockings.She stood with her nylon covered ankles and navy high-heeled pumps held tightly together with her arms.