I saw in the mirror that my son put his hands on my wife’s thighs and started to rub them.My wife let out a small moan and guided his hand towards h...er pussy. My son started to finger her pussy. She held his head and started to kiss without thinking that I am in the front seat. Now both of them got aroused and started to kiss wildly.My wife opened my son’s pant and mouth fucked his tool for some time. Then my son pulled her saree and her blouse and squeezed her huge breasts. I know I can’t drive. I ached to be touched by him."Sean?" Yes Santa?" Would you touch my special place for Santa?"His gaze went to my groin. I could tell he wasn't too sure about thatidea."It would make Santa very happy if you did."My heart almost leapt out of my chest when I saw his head nod yes. I movedon my knees toward his head and then pushed down the pants of my outfit,also sliding down my boxers. I watched his hand reach out tentatively andtouch my cock. He touched it experimentally and then wrapped his. Maybe she was responding when she cast her spell on me. Whatever she was doing, she outdid herself.On the other hand, as I searched my heart, I could feel that she had been working her spell on me for a long time—at least since the day of our party together—and probably much earlier. She had put a lot on the line to bare her soul to me last night. I could still feel the connection to her—something I had never shared with anyone before.I stopped thinking and just rode home in a sea of feelings. My body was still tingling as I was thinking about my loving hubby.And my next thought was how was I going to explain those two hours out of the club to him. I knew Victor was a bit fuzzy when I left the place; I also knew he would be worried about my absence…The stranger man came out of the bathroom and then he left.I went into the bathroom dragging my clothes. I had a look in the mirror and saw I had my pussy lips swollen and bright red. All traces of makeup were gone; my hair was tangled and.