She was, to say the least, a little angry. There was nothing I could really say in my defence, so I just took all she threw at me in the hope that she... would forgive me. It took a while but eventually we started talking again. She changed the password for logging onto the computer so that I would be unable to use it without her there. That would be tough, but it wasnt as if we didnt have a great sex life because we did. However, coming home a few weeks later, I noticed her quickly clicking off a. He held onto me firmly so I couldn't move my hips. His forearms were still under my legs and held my knees up, spread high and wide , so that my feet couldn't touch the floor. I couldn't even stand up! I was completely helpless in his strong grasp with my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall over. " Please Mikey! No! " I pleaded. He answered. " You really didn't think I would give up a chance to fuck that tight, little, married pussy of yours, did you Baby? " I felt the muscles in his arms. A stiff one if you don’t mind.”“Coming up. Any preferences?”“Anything so long as it’s strong.”“How about a stiff brandy?” He handed her a snifter.“Fine.” She sipped from it and pressed her hand against her sternum.“Strong enough for you, honey?”She nodded. “Smooth ... Oh, God, Martin. Why do I have to have such awful luck when it comes to love? God -- every time I think I’m in love my common sense seems to fly out the window. I regress into some infatuated thirteen-year-old.”“I know what you. She spread her thighs wide. The mixture of my own sperm and her pussyjuices was dripping into my mouth. My tongue reached out and I started to lick my Wife´s cunt clean of my cum. The thought of how naughty and dirty that was, soon started to arouse me. I never had been able to resist my Wife´s cunt. Very soon my tongue was eagerly working on her pussy. I took every drop of the sweet-and-salty mixture of both our sex juices. I learned to love it. My lips and tongue caressed her wet pussylips.