“That was so hot Jim…I felt so dirty…your cock feels so good in me.” I could tell she was moments away from cumming again. “Do you think S...teven knew his sweet, innocent wife was full of dick while he was talking to you? Do you think he would be mad or proud knowing you let a virtual stranger fuck that pretty little pussy? He probably thinks you are saving that pussy for him, but you couldn’t wait to get fucked and filled. He probably has no idea you want to use that cunt on a lot of. Stepping out, I saw him resting shirtless against the headboard. He had a bottle of champagne opened beside him on the nightstand and a small row of lit candles on the dresser. I took a deep breath and, stepping slowly, produced my best catwalk strut towards the bed. At the footboard, I slowly turned around, moved a hand up my thigh and rested it on my hip. With the other hand, I drew my hair back over my shoulder and shook my head. In my best husky Kathleen Turner voice, I purred, “Do you like. But I knew that the longer I delayed, the more exquisite the pleasure would be.I remember reading, long ago, that the biggest sex organ in the body was the brain, and I absolutely agreed. I thought that men who took drugs to get stiff either had no imagination, or weren’t reading the right erotica. As a result, I viewed cumming much as I viewed hitting a home run: it was amazing and satisfying, but it wasn’t the only reason you went to the ballpark.For that reason, I went slowly when fucking. “I mean my wife’s pussy, “I reminded him.“Oh it will be heaven to me. Long slit, thick folds, silky and fleshy with hair covering it”, he said, visibly excited, imagining my wife’s cunt.“It is true,” I said.” So you have imagined about my wife’s cunt. To be frank, I too have dreamed about your wife’s pussy. It will also be heaven to me.”He gave a shy smile.“Don’t you mentally undress a woman you see when you like her. I do. I have even imagined about your mother’s cunt, even though she is my.