Simultaneously, John erupted and his seed blew down his sister's throat. He thrust and heaved for what seemed ages, before collapsing in a heap beside... me."Fuck me." he gasped through clenched teeth."Sorry John, I don't fuck boys, but I know what you mean. That little sister of yours is some piece of ass."Gemma straddled both of our heads, her wet dripping pussy inches from our mouths, small globules of my cum dribbling down her thighs."Well, was I good? Well was I, was I?" she panted, gazing. ” “I’ve got something really sweet for you to try now. Are you ready?” “Yes. Give me something sweet.” “Would you like a pussy treat now?” “Yes, ride my face. I want to taste your pussy.” I walked over and whispered to Sandy to ride my husband’s face. I was going to catch him in the biggest lie of our marriage. Sandy walked over to the bed and squatted down. She put her plump pussy over my husband’s mouth. She rocked her pussy over his mouth. My husband tasted her pussy lips and moved his. By then I was bold enough and I told her that I wanted to see her in full. She hesitated a bit and then agreed, she was feeling shy she too wanted to see me. Pacifying her with more kisses, I slowly undid the zip of her qameez, again revealing her breast in the tight black bra. My arms moved down and holding the hem of her nightgown slowly lifted it up and she by reflex lifted her buttocks and top to help I slide the dress over her head.As soon as the dress was off, she grabbed me and pulled me. . time I had ... days I had ... all the while still being very excited about not having control over my cock. And having a PA ( highly recommended ) ensured that there was no way I could pull out.Days and then weeks passed as I wore the tube, and then removed it when Michael returned. I was used to it by now, yet only wore it for no more than three days at a time. I kept my secret and hid my device well .. again, or so I thought.It was Labor day weekend, that I got the shock of my life. Michael.