I bought a few "porno" films and we would catch a buzz and watch them together. I would sometimes make a comment about how big the actors dick was , o...r how hard he was fucking his costar. My wife was watching and she did get wet but she never shared in my commnets. On night after we had fucked and showered we where laying in the den on the couch watching TV , I had my head in her lap. Out of the blue I asked her if she ever thought of fucking another guy. Being the "good wife" she said NO, I. She screams and shoves her hips hard against me, driving my cock deep within her. I begin long, deep strokes, taking my time. Her hands reach behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks, trying to force me in, deeper, faster.I pick up the pace, driving faster and faster into her, feeling my balls slap against her ass cheeks, my pubic bone mash her clit at the bottom of each stroke. She is coming. Thrashing about, squealing, arms, and legs flailing. I feel the cream rising in my balls and stop moving as. It hurts, but what all makes it worse is that is when I cum. He manages to get out a “good girl” before he fulfill my request and lets me fall to the floor using the wall as my guide. The rest is a haze, he gets dressed, throws some money on me, and reminds me of my “date” tonight. Before leaving though he pulls me by my hair and looks me in the eye and says “when you sleep you sleep as Jessica, got it? I left your dress you're to wear tonight on your suitcase, don't forget the picture.” and he. Soft pinks, whites and lavender predominated. Even the scent of lavender filled the air. The woman's delicate skin and coal black hair made her look like a living jewel within her environment. It suited her. Almost immediately, I felt comfortable and very welcome there.She hung our damp jackets in the vestibule and had me sit at the kitchen table while she slipped into an alcove and put on the promised pot of coffee. "Wont be a minute" she said, just out of sight around the corner. We chatted.