When welts began to appear, I stopped, and climbed up behind her on the bed. I looped the belt under her belly and around my back, and slid my now roc... hard fuckstick into her gaping, oozing gash. She leaned back into me as I tightened the belt buckle, locking us together, The leather felt hot on my skin, but her plump behind was like an open fire. She had yet another orgasm around me, but the feeling of just being inside her was intense pleasure.I slid in and out as far as the belt would. It wasn’t going to take much longer.I reached around with both hands and caught her big round tits, which despite their firmness were swaying forward and back with her vigorous backward thrusting. Finding the nipples I gave them a soft pinch, and was rewarded with a moan. I rubbed my thumbs against them more firmly, and the moan rose in register. When I gave them a firm pinch she let out a squeal and clamped her pussy as tight as she could.Now it was my turn to squeal. I hit the crest of a. It has also been at least 6 months since the last time we hooked up so I wasn't sure what to expect but I didn't want to get my hopes up. So I just went on watching TV. I heard the door open and Sara yell, "Hello?" "Down here," I yelled back. I heard her take off her jacket and boots and then her coming down the stairs to the family room. I glanced over to the bottom of the stairs when I heard her get close. I instantly got semi hard, Sara still had the same amazing body and was wearing skin. I’d never thought I’d see it myself.And Milena.I’d seen her evade my sexual innuendos for petty things like, the clothes she was wearing at the moment, the amount of time we had – once, because of the lighting. Why was she so passive with this dirty old man? Did she really not get that he was being overtly sexual? Did she think he was harmless?Something told me I had to cut this visit short and wash my hands off of this mess.I loved my wife. I wanted her only for myself. Our relationship was.