She had cuckolded her own husband and was carrying her lover’s child. She understood cuckolding now but she wondered if her mum and dad really under...tood what they were letting themselves in for.She had experienced the sexual pleasures that her mum would get from it and she had experienced at first hand the sexual joys in store for her dad. She remembered well her first thrill from her relationship with Ben. Sitting down next to him on that settee at the party she had felt the heat from his. Emma's look was one of desperation, I could see another orgasm welling up inside of her, and I wanted her to come with me, I was so close."Ohh baby, ohh big b*o......please..... I know we shouldn't but....uhhhh..." she trailed off."What Emma...? I said over hurried breaths, still focusing on sliding my shaft in and out of Emma's pussy. I could watch it flex to accommodate me, her insides making way for the penetrating staff.She moaned, she tried to catch enough breath..."I could get. I knew I had to get Dolly and the two British airmen out of France and safely back in England so I called in a debt of honor with some of the coastal clinging sailors from Marseilles to carry them across the channel and drop them off in safe waters. I had grown attached to the French folks from Marseilles during my sojourn there and I remembered visiting it in the future century amazed at the numbers of youth that had no inkling at all about the struggle to just remain alive in a wartime. " I introduced him to Yvonne; he took her hand and kissed the back of it, smiling. At that moment I noticed my wife looking down as Bob's shorts began to tent, she pretended not to notice, but I know she did. Later on, at home, she said to me, "Honey, you know your friend Bob from the gym?" I nodded and she continued, "Well I don't mean to be rude honey, but I think his dick was getting hard today when we were talking to him."I laughed and said, "Oh honey I don't think so, but if he did, well.