Main who towel ke liyeh aaya tha, fir boli are main towel nahi muj meh kya dekh rahe ho, maine kha ji kuch nahi to who hus ke boli kuch nahin mutlab m...jmain kuch nahi, main kuch nahin huoo, Maine kaha nahi aunty aap sundar ho aapko is tara h dekh ke mujeh mandir rope silp kari se bani Rati Krida karti apsarao si lagi, or main mughdh ho gaya tha Aap ki mudti hue kamar ki lachak or aapke upse huea vaksh or aapki nitambh pe bana kon or nitambh ki chodai or us pe se sarakta hua pani or yeh gila. I made a very comfortable living so Stacy didn't need to work. She put all of her energy into making our home perfect for us and the kids we'd be having soon. We took a couple of vacations a year, often on the spur of the moment so neither of us got bored or stressed out. We alternated who got to choose what we did supposedly, but most of the time it seemed like Stacy got to pick.My interests, like me are more ordinary than Stacy's pursuits. I love cars, so my job of designing after market trim. “What’s the matter honey?” “You don’t like the tattoo’s?” “Did Jamal’s BBC stretch me out to much?” she said as she laughed. My cock exploded inside her, I felt and knew I was inadequate to Jamal and his BBC but hearing her say it was demeaning but turned me on at the same time. I pulled her hips tighter against me and unloaded everything I had from my cock in her pussy. My wife didn’t even flinch or moan. When I finished she simply pulled away, got up and cleaned herself up. Apparently. I was weating, wanted to throw up, but also wanted to go home from work sick to just be there..However, I also noticed that I was super rigid, and super turned on..I took an early lunch, drove to the nearest park and proceeded to park, look around and pull my cock out..I pulled up the picture again and started stroking to my wife and the stranger, when I recieved another text..I opened it in a rush to see my wife taking the strangers' cock in her mouth..Her bright red lipstick swallowing what.