I could picture her hands wrinkly and old, but soft and strong. My grip was her grip and it tightened as I pictured her grasping me and stroking as sh...e convulsed. It became too much for me and I created a mess on myself standing above the toilet. My sperm got everywhere as I exploded in sweet orgasm. I had not planned on this. Semen was on everything. My shorts, shirt, and even the toilet and ground received ample amounts. Normally cleanup is a breeze with a tissue, but this was different. I. Meanwhile hubby seeing me running my hand on his wife started rubbing his bulge over the shorts. I was really aroused by this rubbing on hubby. Husband started to kiss the lady and he invited me to press her boobs. I loved her her coconut oil fragrance and her warmth on her body. I started to squeeze her breasts while her hubby was kissing her madly. I was just getting so much horny at each passing second. We got out of our clothes faster than speed of light. Mine and the lady's bodies were. So, she got up. However, she did smile to herself at the realisation that she was being totally obedient, and actually loved the feeling of submission as much as the pain, both of which were once again making her wet.With just about half-a-mile to go, Zoey was still turned-on even though she had received eighteen more strokes with one or other of the several switches she had been told to make on the way. Even after all those times when she had to bend over to take six more strokes of the. She stood at the door to their room, breathing hard, staring at Richard with pain in her narrowed, bloodshot eyes. She had the appearance of someone who required an exorcist, but he knew she just wanted some really good sex. Richard lifted his wallet from his jacket pocket and removed the key card. "Come on Rickey, hurry." She said with a frustrated groan.As the door opened she pulled him by his sleeve, almost not letting him close and lock the door. She dragged him with her to the couch not.