Not least because it was so painfully obvious that my wife had missed this, at least in part. What I’d seen on video was tame compared to this, but ...ina had warned me. 'Ask me what I haven’t done.' As the men continued to use her, every pretence that this was disagreeable to my wife vanished.She was bundled over on her back, her head suddenly hanging over the edge. One of the men got on top of her immediately, between her spread legs. As he fucked her, one of the other men slapped my wife’s. He was smart and wonderful. He had a very promising future. He knew about her past, just not all of it.She said she needed to stop seeing me. It wasn’t fair to him.I became angry. I still felt possessive of her. I told her she wasn’t cut out to be an American wife. I asked her if he really knew what she needed?She became angry. “What? I am supposed to be someone’s mistress or be owned by a man all my life?Maybe that is not want I want!”I told her she would never be happy being in an equal. Each downward thrust from her hips filled her with his throbbing member, sending her closer to orgasm. It took little time for her to come, and she sat down hard on his hips as her orgasm took over. It was more intense that the hot tub jet, more intense than any toy she had in her bedroom. She let her head rest on his shoulder as her orgasm overtook her, washing away any thought that her son was deep inside her.Daphne cheered and laughed, reminding Karen of her surroundings. She stood up,. . anawesome woman," he panted.Rob was out of it for a while, but then he began returning my kisses,and we kissed passionately and sloppily for a long, wonderful time. Whenhe began to shrink a little, I reluctantly let him withdraw, making surethe condom went with him this time."Excuse me a minute," Rob whispered and he disappeared into thebathroom, returning a minute later with a cleaned-up penis and a glassof water for me. He laid down beside me as I drank, tracing the contourof one of my.