If I played my cards right I could break her resolve and have her initiate the frantic make-up sex that I could feel brewing, and absolve myself of an...y blame after the fact.She wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly what I was doing, but that was the beauty of the unspoken language we shared. I could always tell what was going through her head, and she could read every blush and lingering glance as if they were lines of text on her tablet screen. We were both excited and wanting, playing a game of. “You are going to clean me up, big brother, with that wicked tongue of yours and then I am going to show you what my mouth can do!!” With that, she stepped off of my chest and I gasped for air as she turned around. She then squatted down like a baseball catcher and the folds of her golden pussy parted to show the pink tender flesh that glistened with the white pearls of her lust and cum. My tongue was eagerly searching the folds of her sensitive flesh as I heard her moans of pleasure when I. "Get on the bed, Whore."I couldn't believe it. How dare he talk to my wife like that. I was in absolute shock. It was then I realized he was a liar. He was not the patient gentlemen he portrayed himself as.She sat on the edge of the bed. As he pulled his pants down and took out his cock out he said, "your going to do what you're told." As she should her head. Gazing at his semi hard 8 inch large black cock reach out her hand and she began stroking his cock without him saying to do so. He looked. She asked me to follow her and then she took me to a corner.She said, “Jay from here, I will drive the car. You go and sit on the back with my sister.” I asked, “Why?” She said, “Actually she wants to talk with you and I also want both of you to enjoy.” She further added, “We have towels in our bag, tuck it on both the side of the window mirror so that no one sees you.”I was like it was a nice idea. Still, I asked, “What about the baby (maid)?” She said, “She will sit with me in the front.