We finally came to the end of the staircase, which it took me a while to realise spiralled through the centre of the club. “Oh my God, swanky or wha...?! I heard that they designed the staircase like that so it’d be harder for all of the drunkards to leave!” squealed Lily, clearly excited by the dark walls and colourful lights. Or maybe it was the sign advertising half price drinks for women. Hmm. Lily pulled me over to the circular bar, where she immediately caught the eye of the bartender.. Her pretty fingers clutched desperately at their hands as they held her up so that she could get the cock she needed so badly.I reached down under the curve of her bloated belly, and stroked her clit. Susan cried out, her mouth opening helplessly as I milked and massaged her fat little button. Her pussy began to make juicy squishing sounds on my cock as she pumped on it.We gave up at the same moment. She sat heavily, all the way down on my cock, as I grunted and started blasting her out. The. When they arrived my wife was wearing one of my of her dresses: Thin straps, low cut (not allowing a bra) but long and flowing. I met the guy, her boss, and he seemed nice enough and we had dinner and listened to the band while making small talk. During a break between the sets Tom excused himself and I had a chance to talk privately, for the first time, with my wife. I told her how great she looked and she mentioned "Thank you! Oh and guess what? I'm not wearing a thing under my. "Fuck, I want you." I took her off the top of me and made her kneel on my bed and started thrusting into her doggy style."Want to make you my bitch!" I slapped her ass slamming into her again and again, as if I were stabbing her pussy with my dick."That's it baby, fuck your mommy, fuck mommy hard!"I grimaced, made every kind of stupid sex face, pawed at her hanging breasts, lost myself inside her. Sara was nothing compared to this. My arousal had been enslaved by my stepmother's body, she could.