“I don’t want to have sex, but I’d be disappointed if I didn’t turn you on a little. Can I trust you?”“Of course. I’d never do anything ...ou didn’t ask to do,” I said.“You’re incredible, Tony. Most guys would take the fact that we’re in bed naked together as being an invitation. Thank you.”We got settled and I got a little aroused with her stretched out next to and partially on me, but it wasn’t anything that was draining blood from my brain. It was just nice to hold her and to be held. I kissed. The day was a long one; for some reason it just seemed to drag on. A couple of times during the day I thought of Marci and I found myself remembering one time when I had seen her in the café bending over the pool table to take a shoot. She had on a loose top and had not been wearing a bra and I had seen her tits hanging loose and free. I remembered that the nipples had seemed to be extremely large and I found myself wondering if it had just been my imagination or if they really were big and all. He was propped on the kitchen stool, one elbow on the counter, sipping a glass of water and watching her. HER glass of water.Giggling, she turned back to the stove, turned the temp down low, set the spoon on the rest, and put the lid on the pot.He admired her as she turned, from her curly reddish hair down to the bare toes peeking out of her frayed jeans.She tried to look mad, looking over her glasses as she walked over towards him."That's MY water" she said as she stopped in front of him,. She was still holding my hard cock as spurt after spurt erupted from her husband’s. She sucked her husband dry before moving back to my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked he mouth. It didn’t take me long to add my cum to her already glistening face. I shot several ropes of thick cum on to Sarah that mingled with her husband’s glaze. Steve and I admired our handy work. “What a fucking mess you are wifey,” said Steve, the first words we had spoken in what seemed like ages. “Mmmmm…...