She had also arranged it so I would be helpless to stop it, knowing the guilt I would feel by actively permitting it. She had thought of everything, j...st to please me.I could not blame her. This was all my doing. And now I had just watched my lovely wife get the fucking of her life! God was she hot! I have never seen her so responsive or cum so hard! Now what? How could I ever follow that? She will never be satisfied with my puny penis again. I had just committed marital suicide!After their. "Won't she want to know what you got up to?"Kirsty giggled, "Probably, but I'll leave her hanging. She's done it to me enough times." Ohhh, revenge is it?" You could put it that way," said Kirsty and then she giggled again. "It would be worse if I told her what I'm actually going to do, wouldn't it?" she asked. "Then she'd really be mad at us."We meandered through various things for the next twenty minutes before we agreed to meet in the morning and brought the conversation to a close.Kirsty. She started to leave her bra and panties laying around for me to find, not always fresh out of the laundry! I even started pulling my cock out of my jeans and walked around behind her with a raging hard on, fully exposed. If she was washing the dishes, I would come up behind her with my cock hanging out of my trousers and slightly brush up against her, making her feel my cock. On the sofa, I would pretend to be asleep with a full hard on hanging out of my bottoms, for her to get a close up of. Nina Hartley couldn't suck a cock this good. She was sucking me well, stopping to jerk my cock."Slow down," I said, "You might strike oil too soon." She laughed. She was getting ready to take off her shirt. I stopped her, telling her that I'd take care of that. I removed her Harley Davidson t-shirt, and she removed her bra. I laid her on the bed, and rubbed my hand across her crotch. I used a little speed, and she was moaning. Goddamn she was moist, her pussy juices nearly soaking through her.