I went back to my slutty wife in the bedroom to see if she enjoyed what had just happened. She was begging for me to make her cum, but I refused. I co...uld hear the guys talking about it amongst themselves, how they wanted to fuck her and use her like the whore she is. She asked about one of the guys(Dwight) specifically, because of the bulge in his shorts, I ignored her request and went back the games. I told the guys that I wanted them to fuck my wife because she has been craving multiple men. I learned that she was from a nearby town and comes to Richmond when she dresses because she won't get outed. She told me that she had never been with a man and was a little nervous. I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place to chat some more. I live about 5 minutes from the store, so it was an quick trip. When we got into the house, she sat on the ottoman in the family room and we began some small talk. I sat in the floor at her feet. As we talked, I began to caress on leg and. Oh, Foghorn Leghorn, you comedic genius!) We then embarked on our trek to my sister's, I had our Playlist of love songs loaded, starting with vintage Beach Boys, "God Only Knows." I still had terminal munchies and ate all forty-eight lemon squares during a five-block drive. Seeing the empty Tupperware bowl, she began to shriek. (Why are chefs so highly strung? We can grab some Chips Ahoy for replacements and no one will know the difference...I'm a problem solver.)We arrived in time to watch. I felt like I was at the beginning of a relationship, when you can’t have enough of your new lover. Except my relationship was with my mother, the woman I’d known the longest, the woman who I knew loved me the most. It was an odd combination of excitement and comfort. For example, with my ex-girlfriend I knew I couldn’t ask for a blowjob without being very, very subtle. At least that’s if I cared to succeed. And when she did suck me, it never lasted very long. I always got the feeling she.