It is the lounge and they are in there. The sound of her moans tell you exactly what is happening -- they are making love again. You also know from th...e area the sounds are coming from that they are doing it in your armchair. How many times have you had her in there? As she sits back naked with her legs splayed over each arm you have taken her; fucked her with passion; pummelled her bottom into the leather upholstery; drove your cock in and out of her until every drop of cum had drained from. Was I wrong? I know everyone has an opinion about it. My friends told me I lived in the dark ages. I guess once you find a gal you like and she is great in the sack it’s hard to say goodbye to her. There was a lot of compatibility between my male friends and their wives. It was just the way I felt about marriage. I didn’t want to know that my wife slept around, especially with my friends. I know it makes me a male chauvinist, but how do I change my mind set? I guess that’s why I’m thirty-four. Some light giving a very stingy blow , others more heavy , landing with more of a thud and pain which took longer to reach full intensity. Finally i reached the last sentence , at which point Mistress took aim and landed six of her best in quick succession. Pain at its most intense , but i managed to hold position. At last i was able to thank Mistress for my punishment and was happy to know that the marks from it i would carry for a long time. My rear end now matched in colour the bright pink. "Fuck me Errol, fuck me harder, deeper, feel my cunt around your fucking cock, give it all to me again, ooh sweet Jesus you dirty fucking bastard." This time he thrust forward and stayed there while she worked her hips like a belly dancer and dug her fingers into the valley of his muscular buttocks. Her lips were on his neck biting him and I saw his hands cupping her buttocks, one finger slipped into her backside and she moaned again.Beads of sweat clung to both their bodies, Wendy seemed to be.