I don’t want to damage my marriage or worse be put in jail. Right now, I was carefully hammering my fingers into Maureen trying not to make too muc...h sound and by the amount of juice running from her I could tell she was close to cumming. Her talk was getting much sexier and had the woman relating the thoughts she had been having prior to her coming there. Maureen stood up and I knew she couldn’t stay quiet much longer. Judging by the way the woman’s voice was portraying a sexier lilt to it,. They stopped when I entered the living room. Julie turned on the seat, straightening her skirt, folding her hands in her lap primly. I sat in my easy chair. No one spoke as we watched each other. I could feel their tension. They could probably see mine as my ever independent cock was standing at attention.You know I had been programmed by Uncle Bert to control my cock and its eruptions. With much delightful experimentation, I discovered the most fun was to let him (my cock) do as he wanted, as. "Nina?" Yes sir," came that thrilling voice.I looked around and saw that she was sitting in the hallway, where she had a good view of my office door. I gathered myself together and collected my thoughts. I knew I had to play it really cool. "I thought we'd discussed the fact that we weren't going to see each other... I'm sorry, Nina, but there's nothing more I can do for you." I know, sir" then a long pause. A look down at the floor. Then, very quietly, "but what if I've changed my mind?" About. That was apparently too much for him because he pulled out of me, pushed my wife forward until I slid out of her pussy, going limp again. He put his slippery cock into her pussy again, pumped a couple times and came once more. Brandon screamed with delight as he drained himself inside of her. We paused for a minute or two, all of us catching our breaths. Sarah was giving me little kisses, smooches, all around my face and neck. Brandon pulled out of her with a slopping noise, rolled over on his.