Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would. But then a real man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his bos...s, would he?"I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Williams to fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the bitch happy!She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs."See where I was whipped, Bobby. See how a real man treats. My hard on was starting to tent my underwear lucky for me I actually wore them tonight and I guess Michaela felt it cause she slowly started to wake up. I was in such deep shit, at least so I thought. Turns out she was still asleep, I had forgot she had a bad habit of sleep walking sometimes during the week, although it looks like this time it was like her body had a mind of its own she was moving her hands up my leg and towards my hard on boner. She slowly moved her hand inside of my briefs. The dildo had to be swirling inside of my wife like an egg beater and my wife was grabbing at the carpet and begging her to fuck her. She soon was reduced to just going "Yes, yes, of fuck, that feels so.... , yes!!!"Emily stood up and when she pulled the cock out of my wife cunt there was literally a sound like that of a cork coming out of a bottle. She stepped over my wife's back and as she removed the harness with a couple of flips to buckles, she pulled the dildo out and said to me, "Open. She let the water cascade over her body as she held onto the walls of the shower as she recovered. She shut off the water, stepping out of the shower. She dried herself off, thinking of how horny he always made her feel. Dry now she slipped on a soft nightgown and combed her hair. She quietly left the bathroom and slid into bed next to her husband that was already asleep. She opened her laptop and checked email and Facebook. Nothing too exciting tonight she thought. He was not online. .