I could feel her juices on my fingers, and I started fingering her. My fingers were moving really fast in and out and she was now moaning really loud ...ut I wasn’t going to stop. My fingers were moving really fast, then pushing all the way in and pushing the fingertips against her g-spot. Her moan was now a long continuous one. Her pussy grabbed my fingers, and squeezed them. My sliding has gotten faster and faster, and her moans louder and louder. I knew she was ready so I go for it one more. I was jerking off and watching in the mirror, while my pussy was pouring out juices and bouncing around like Jell-O. I was engrossed totally with how much I was enjoying myself.Suddenly, without warning, the door flew open and there stood my husband. We were both surprised, especially him, because we’d never discussed people playing with them-selves and he had no idea that I did. I couldn’t stop, but I soon saw that he wouldn’t want me to. I never saw a dick get hard so fast. We still hadn’t. “Are you close?,” Bill asked, one word per thrust. Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded, eyes still screwed shut, and hoped he noticed.He apparently did, because he picked up speed and depth. I grabbed one of the pillows and covered my mouth with it, burying my quickening moans in the deep, thick fabric and stuffing. When I came, the orgasm shuddered through me, and I was glad for the pillow that drowned out almost all of the strangled moan I gave in response.Spurt after spurt shot out, and. "I feel like I'm doing a lot of bad things now, and want so much more."I agreed. By that time I cursed not having any decent dildo in my bag and looked frantically around for anything better than the fucking markers. In my desperation, I finally grabbed the receiver of my phone and rubbed the top end along my pubic hair, pressing it at my clit. "So what bad things do you enjoy doing?" I asked her, trying to find out which way I could direct her. "I don't know," she replied. "With my husband I.