She told me how it was awful and how she hadn't been laid in weeks. Her husband was a workaholic and she loved him, but she had her needs too.I gently...patted her back and stroked her hair in fake pity while never gazing away from her nipples till she asked me whether I thought she was pretty. That's it. Now I knew this was definitely going somewhere. So I replied yes, chugged the rest of the wine, took her glass and put it on the table and held her face in my hands, forcing her in for a kiss.. Now I’m not an ass.“Drew, are you hungry?”What male is never hungry?“Yes, I could go for something to eat.”“Good. I’ll go down to market and get some fresh pastry and fruit for us. Be gone about 20 minutes.”“Ok. Want company?”“No, you rest, drink coffee.”“OK, Mother.”Well at least the pillow was soft that hit me.Is there a radio around? TV? Something that makes noise.A radio in kitchen. Let’s see. Something funny on. Don’t know what it is.Lets explore the dial. No not that. Don’t. Anne pulled off my face and I could smell her in my beard. Her panties danced on my cock, still throbbing in need. She stood on the bed, watching me, watching my head follow the sounds of her walking through the room."I am so wet," she told me from the foot of the bed. "So wet," she repeated.I felt her crawl onto the bed between my outstretched legs. She pulled the panties off of my turgid cock and reaching forward she d****d them over my face again. She inched forward and slid her sex onto my. "I want you two, to take hold of each others cocks and stroke them for me. I want to see my husband with his best mates cock in his hand!!" I sat there staring at her. Of course I knew this moment would come. But I just hadn't thought about it that much, or hadn't had time to think about it as yet! With that I looked across to John. He could see how nervous I was. Smiling, he mouthed the word "relax" to me. Reaching across, his hand came over and took hold of my hard cock. Wrapping his hand.