Another mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of my newly arousing wife. A rather humiliating scenario, granted, but amazing how she seemed to know how to pus...h my buttons. But what about her? How come she wasn’t demanding her own orgasms? Then I heard it. A gentle thrum, almost inaudible, coming from her room. Oh Jeez – of course, she doesn’t need me, she’s using a vibrator! (I suppose I should be thankful!).Next day, I got an early call from Jennifer. Her mother was coming for a coffee, and I was. She pulled her mouth to the tip of my cock and stroked her hand faster. I was still lifting my hips with every stroke as I felt a noise building deep within my chest. Way too quickly a loud scream escaped me as I shot thick streams of cum deep into her mouth. I heard her gag a few times but I didn’t feel any hit my stomach. All I could think was….WOW!!! After we recovered form our little oral excursion, she got me up again and I eagerly climbed in between her wide open legs, fucking her pussy. He didn’t want to face him.He could hear the sounds of breakfast outside: chairs moving, utensils striking plates and bowls, people talking.He thought about just staying put and waiting for the others to finish so he could slink out unnoticed. But the longer he stayed holed-up in his room, the more likely it was that someone would stick their head through the door to check that he was alright; possibly Karen.No. He had to face them sooner or later and he wanted to do it on his terms.He got up,. “Don't worry we won't get caught once you don't tell anyone. I have after sex pills here to give you once we are finished fucking so you won't get pregnant but we will get to that later on, go ahead and get comfy with it.” he said as he pulled at her clothes. She pulled away a bit at first but she then allowed him to pull her top off revealing a yellow strapless bra. “Can I touch it?” she asked with a stutter. He looked at her and grabbed both her hands and rested them on his ramrod. “Rub your.