Fortunately, she understands that if fucking somebody else is something that I approve of her doing (not that she needs my permission to do anything s...he wants), then in a twisted, messed up kind of way, she's still being loyal to me, since I gain pleasure from knowing what a naughty little whore she's been. Since my reaction when she'd return home from Dude's house (most times several hours later, and once not until 7am the next day) was always a very enthusiastic welcome to say the least, she. "First, you need to leave for a minute while I get changed." I jumped off the bed.Joel looked disappointed. "You mean I don't get to see you naked?" No." I smiled, flattered, as I pulled my catsuit out of the drawer and held it up over my clothes. "You get to see me in this, like everyone else." Not even as a reward?" Joel's tone of voice was playful, but I could tell he really was hoping I'd agree to it. That's what made it flattering."Maybe afterwards," I relented. "But only as a thank you.". After a few weeks, John was soon completely settled in and developed a routine within the house. Paul left to go overseas for six months and for once Beverley didn’t mind too much. She was going to miss him for sure, but the passion in their marriage had died out years ago and she had John to keep her company for when she wasn’t out with friends. It was shortly after they had the house to themselves that she first felt there was something different in the air. She noticed that John had been. She really wanted to fuck my brains out, and I wasnt going to stop her. She bounced her petite body up and down, screaming, Yes, yes! Right there, damn it, and dont stop! Please dont ever fucking stop! And soon, just as I felt I was about to explode, I knew Id won the battle. She screamed as loud as she could, Oh, FUCK YES! Im cumming, baby, Im cumming! Shit&hellip, OH, GOD! Then, just before my cock exploded inside her as Id promised I would let it, I felt her seemingly endless flow of pussy.