I caught her hand - her fingers were wet, and took my hand between her legs. "I'll get yo off" I said. She moaned a little as my fingers went to her c...unt. My thumb found her clit and my middle finger went in to her hole. I began finger fucking her hard. I couldn't resist taking my cock out with my other hand - still rock hard. It wasn't far from her face and she brought her mouth over and took my head in her mouth. "Leah, thank you my little darling, you are so, so good." "Thank you sir, the. She was a real looker back then, and I felt like the luckiest man on earth when we married. Twenty-five or so years on, she still turns heads, and I’m still the luckiest man I know. All the more so since we proved so eminently compatible in almost all things.The pictures in the magazines are mine, which is to say I took them. It started not long after we were married. I knew that my wife had an exhibitionistic streak, and she needed no persuading to pose for the camera, and only a smidgen for. I heard him ask Mary about doing it the way Marcia would do it for him. I saw her look back and tell him that she couldn't possibly take it, that she never did it with me, but wanted to feel his dick there. Jim reached for a bottle of body oil at our spa. I saw him oil up his big dick and couldn't believe that he was about to fuck my sweet wife's ass with that monster cock. Mary helped him lube his shaft then turned back to him presenting her ass to him.I could see him easing the head of his. I’m a what? How dare you call me that?As she yelled at him on the phone, I saw her other hand slip down inside the front of her tiny thong and start urgently rubbing her muff. I remembered how she’d told me she got really turned on when she got angry. She was angry, okay, and letting him have it.“You know what you are? You’re a suckass and a cockass, you mini cocked wanker!”Her repertoire of swearwords was quite amazing, but after a while she started to repeat many of the same words. I could.