"See," he turns to show me them, his cock now semi-hard and swinging in full view. "It's not like I haven't thought about us having sex. I'm not gay b...t... everyone gets one, right?" He pulls the covers off the bed, turns me over and pulls the towel off. It's all a bit sudden and rough, but I can't say I'm not happy about it. He squeezes some lube onto my ass and then starts fingering my me; one finger, then two. He lubes up his cock and slides it in."Martyn, that's too much, I..." Shh, don't. Her hand was cradling the heavy, sperm- bloated testicles with a loving gesture, while her other hand was embedded firmly in the nest of dark pubic curls at the base. She was kneading with a rhythmic squeezing on the squirming scrotum, completely engrossed in her obscene task.Doug's head swam with his incredulous emotions. Nothing had prepared him for the shock of seeing his wife like this. The actual fact of her infidelity still hardly registered with his numbed brain and he was almost sure. I let go of her head so I could smoke and drink some more but told her to keep sucking. A moment later I realized she was rubbing herself pretty good and was moaning on my cock. I pushed her back on the floor and entered her in one fast plunge. She gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around me like I was a life preserver and she was drowning. I didn’t even give her a moment to adjust to my cock being in her and just started pounding in and out of that pussy as fast as I could. She was. Christina walked out to five of us, starting at her wantingly. She did blush pretty hard, but to her exhibitionist credit, she didn't try to cover up. After a moment, Christina started to turn and gave us all a perfect view of her incredible buttocks. There were several comments including, yummy, perfect, so squeezable, so spreadable, etcetera.As she turned back again, I approached her to get a close-up look at what was visible through the sheer netting. Christina whispered, "I'm leaking down.