.. or both. "No," she said weakly. "No ... I'm not going with you, Pete." The hell you aren't. You're my wife and you're coming with me. Now get your ...hings and make it fast," he snapped."She's not going with you," I said as confidently as I could. I was anything but confident in the presence of this man-mountain."Who the fuck are you?" he snarled, turning to me. "You been fucking her? That's my wife, asshole. I otta beat the shit out of you." Why would you want a criminal assault charge?" I. Her touch was delicate, but with just the right amount of pressure that was soon driving me wild. I looked down to see that she was intently staring at my dick as her fingers curled around it. She gently pushed me back, sitting me down onto our end of the L-shaped couch. She then sat next to me and her hands returned to grasp my dick. “Mmmmm, I love this,” Ellen sighed as she slowly began to stroke me and whispered, “I want to make you cum. I want to see you squirt cum everywhere. Is that. You lean forward to kiss me, muffling our moans. I feel almost drunk, so oblivious to anything else besides the sounds and the feelings I'm experiencing. I feel you pick me up and carry me into the shower, adjusting the water temperature a little before pinning me against the wall, my legs snaking up around your back....you continue thrusting inside... over and over, deeper and deeper.... water splashing over us. I'm over the edge, frantic to cum and I can tell you can't hold back much. Get between my legs and fuck it to me with that hard, beautiful prick."Brad's cock thrust out over his balls like a steel rod as he climbed onto the bed between her wide spread thighs."You bet!" he responded lustily. "Baby, I can tell you now. I've missed that foxy little pussy of yours for some time. It's about to get the best fucking of its life."As he got between her legs, she looked down at his cock and smiled invitingly. She reached out and caressed the head of it with love in her eyes."I.