She moaned, holy shit this one feelsso good! she thought. She was trying not to enjoy this so much, it wasn't supposed to be for her pleasure after al.... It was strictly just to get impregnated. She fought the feelingsin her mind, but she couldn't help it. Her hand still on her pussy trying to keep the cum inside her as the massive cock slid between her fingers. She started to rub herselfmoving her hand to her clit rubbing circles, she felt an orgasm approaching.She knew this was wrong, she knew. She was wearing her favourite short, blonde wig and a pair of burgundypeep-toe heels."Well do you think we will raise a few eyebrows tonight?" she asked witha grin as we stood side by side looking at our reflections in the mirror."Just one final flourish for you," she announced, pinning a red fabricflower in the side of my top-knot. We grabbed our handbags and were readyfor the off.It was still a bit early to go to the club. We were determined to make aneffect with our entrance and for that we. "I'll have it here at one o'clock," she said. She looked at me. "I'll take care of bowls and stuff, Alan. I know y'all don't have enough. And don't worry about the house." Then she reminded me about not booby-trapping the place.I'd left little 'features' for her to find previously, just to jerk her chain. We had a lot of fun recounting some stories of our on-going battles over the years.The afternoon was occupied with many different conversations, including some pretty interesting discussions. I was so aroused seeing their hard pricks and their lustful eyes staring at my growing body. I could hardly catch my breath and it took all the will power I possessed to swot their groping hands away."So, you like the thought of your little wifey playing strip poker with guys then?" I asked sweetly, my hand rubbing his hard prick.He just grunted and pushed me onto my back. Forcefully, he pulled my legs apart and fell in between them. God, it was so nice, nothing gentle or romantic this time,.