My finger-tips are white where they grip the arms of the chair. I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand, I ask myself if I should intervene-- w...at would happen if I did-- I imagine my husband turning on me, making me into another painslut, both of us bound and bare and kneeling as he takes it in turns to paddle our bare asses. I feel a twinge between my legs as I imagine the paddle landing across my ass cheeks, how much it would sting. Maybe we'll try that later... My husband is twisting. I sat her up near the end-table where I had placed the two glasses. I sat down on the floor facing her and leaned in toward her. I slowly lowered her head to my shoulder and held it tightly with my right hand. I brushed my cheek up against hers and held her body with my left arm.After a couple of minutes, she had gathered her breath. She slowly raised her head off of my shoulder. There was a noticeable smile on her face. I handed her the glass and she gulped about half of it right away. After. When the juice began to drip a little and she began to slowly lick her lips and clean them. I started to drive the dildo further in and out. I could hear her pussy making gentle sucking noises and could see how wet the vibrator had become. I could see her juice stringing from her pussy lips to the dildo. Her lips flapped as it went in and out. She continued to suck me while I worked her pussy with the dildo. I pulled it out and turned up the speed. It was so wet I had to give it a lick to. I looked around nervously until Cheryl reappeared with a couple of wine coolers."Here," she said, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch."Thanks," I took the drink, and opened it, sipping it casually."So how long have you and your girl friend been broken up?" she asked, taking another deep swallow of her wine cooler and put it on the coffee table in front of us."About five months," I answered, doing the same."You been with anyone since then?" she asked naturally."No," I said, "just.