"Well sweetie, we can make it last forever," and I smiled as I softly stroked his cheek.He struggled then to sit up, and when he finished he pulled me...onto his lap. His movements though were hesitant, almost as if he were afraid of what my reaction would be. For my part, I just went along and cuddled into his broad, strong chest that even sitting at a desk for 12 hours a day hadn't ruined.We stayed like that for about 10 minutes, not even talking, just enjoying the feel of being in each other's. “I’ll put it in!” I playfully threatened and once again I was met with the denying answer. Again I voiced that I was serious and kept on being met by ‘nu-uh’s over and over until I finally put my words into action. I pushed one finger between her moist lips and into her. The room went silent for a moment and I felt her body stiffen slightly. She probably didn’t expect that I was being serious with my words. My nervousness kept me still until she broke the silence. “Nu-uh!” she kept on like. She came and he did too with a long tight clasping squeeze of his asshole that almost caused me to blow.They both relaxed for the next few minutes in contentment, but I was still pumping away, sliding my stiff cock in and out of his tight ass(it always takes considerably longer for me to come the second time). This lasted another 15-20 minutes and he was beginning to moan and press back harder so that I kept going in very deep. My wife, tying her long blond hair back, slipped behind me, laid on. He reached under and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her feet up in the air and spreading her wide open for me to see. I leaned in close and spit on her pussy. It still didn’t need any help getting wet, but I wanted an up close view to her getting pounded in the asshole. My spit hit the side of her pussy lips and dripped down onto the husband’s cock. He kept hammering away at her, and the spit lube made its way up into her tight ass. “Don’t just stand there, fuck me too!” she demanded. I got.