Was it intentional he thought? Going around the back the sitting room light was on and the silhouette of two people could be seen. The back door was o...pen and he ditched his shoes at the door not wanting to tread the mud through the kitchen. When he opened the kitchen door his heart stopped.“You like my tight pussy?”“Oh yeah, ride me like my bike bitch” A muffled voice reply. Storming through the house not caring if they heard him he stormed into the sitting room to find his wife riding his. She still hadn't dressed but her dressing gown was tightly wrapped around her."You won't rat on me will you?" she asked looking slightly pale."Of course I will, you stupid cunt," I said with a laugh.Well, I wasn't thinking of doing anything of the kind but sometimes her attitude gets up my nose."No, please don't," she squealed.The panic in her voice was lovely to hear."You've only got yourself to blame," I said with a laugh. "You treat me like shit then expect me to be nice to you." No, I'll be. Our adventures of the night before flashed through my mind. The way Hubby had worked so hard to satisfy the two of us. Hubby probably felt duty bound after the other night when s*s and I did all we could to please him.The first memory that popped up in my mind was Hubby caressing s*s’ breasts and sucking at her nipples: taking first one breast in his mouth, then the other. Watching his lips pull on her taut, dark, leathery nipples was incredible. It seemed like he kept at it for hours,. Although once human, she had been changed. Improved. Designed to be the perfect sexual being.The talent with which she used her mouth, tongue and throat to please me was otherworldly. Even with her lips sealed tight around the base of my cock, her head not moving, her throat worked my cock.The hot wet sheath of her throat squeezed, stroked and sucked at my cock. It was like she had perfect control over every millimetre of her throat. My hips thrust uncontrollably as she somehow focused on the.