My appetite for eroticism to some is strange. I am a voyeur and having a vivid imagination and pretty wife I am highly aroused watching her flirt with... other men. I even encouraged her to get a boyfriend. Of course this hurt her feelings.One day I was sitting at my desk in our den reading impregnation stories and didn't hear her approach. I was startled when she wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her breath on my neck and her breasts pressed against my back as she looked over my shoulder.. Kayla and I stood there, my arms around her, my mouth on hers, my tongue in her mouth, her small petite body pressed against mine, her boobs pushing against my chest, kissing for what felt like an eternity. I was panting, gasping, breathing heavy, and fuck it felt so amazing I never wanted to stop.She finally stopped what we were doing, pulled back, and looked at me, her face a heavy red and pink blush. And without a word, she reached down and pulled up her t-shirt and dropped it to the. Holding you in the air, I thrust into you — full, deep, long thrusts, slapping against you each time. Your pussy lips are wrapped tightly around me, as if pulling my cock into you. Thrusting, I watch as your tits bounce back and forth. You right hand reaches down and feels my cock, all wet with your pussy juices, as it disappears into you then re-emerges, pounding you. You play with my cock, then with your clitty. You other hand plays with your tits, tweaking your nipples. We roll around on the. “Hold still or I’ll use that hairbrush on your bottom!” She warned in a stern tone of voice. I had a feeling she planned to do so anyway. I could barely contain myself and I began to whimper and moan. Reflexively I reached back with my right hand to protect my naked buttocks. When I did this she began spanking the backs of my thighs. I found out the hard way that my thighs are even more sensitive than my bottom. At this point I really began to wriggle and squirm, kicking my legs and begging her.