When you’re spouse has sex with other people, you’re supposed to be angry, furious, demand a divorce. If you aren’t, does it mean you don’t lo...ve them?’ ‘Oh,’ she cooed, ‘listen to you. You’re so cute, you think you don’t love me!’ He heard the smile in her voice, started to say ‘I’m serious…’ and she talked over him. ‘I understand your confusion better than you think, honey. Granted, I had help getting through it these two weeks, but I’ll help you.’ ‘Sucking my dick helped, I guess.’ He. As soon as we were in I jumped up wrapping my legs around his hips. His two strong hands cradled my booty. I continued to stick my tongue down his through or in his ear while he made it to the bed room. He threw me on the bed. Each forceful move made me hornier and hornier. I kicked off my shoes. I took off my jewlery in the car (something my girlfriend always did when we raced home to have sex). He unzipped me and I snaked out of my dress. He pulled off his shirt. I never noticed his six pack. The hair was fine and blonde, ticklish and non-abrasive to eat through. Her labia was pronounced and Charles had fun playing with it and suckling it and then moving upwards to use his tongue across her clit. She came after not too long, loudly screaming obscenities into the mute camera lens while Ava's sparkling eyes looked on in admiration. A few minutes of hard pussy-fucking produced another cum. Charles pulled out and bent the panting girl over the edge of the bed with her asshole in prime. Then one day, as we sat on the sofa together and everyone else was in another room, he put his arm round me, which wasn't unusual, but he was looking at me differently and was looking down at my boobs for sure. Instead of his usual tickling and messing about, he just started stroking my arm. After a while he started moving his hand up my arm, getting ever closer to my boobs. I just sat there and let him carry on, not knowing if he was after my boobs or not. Then very slowly, as he was stroking.