Her eyes seemed glazed, transfixed on my cock. I started to pull back on my shaft, fully exposing the blood engorged deep purple helmet of my cock to ...her gaze. “What are you doing?” she asked, mesmerized. Almost absently, I replied, “I’m gonna cum all over you.” “Oh my god!” she panted. Almost immediately the assault on her pussy seemed to become frenzied as she plunged two fingers of her left hand deep into her pussy. I could clearly see how slick her fingers were becoming and saw her. They declined at first until I told them what dessert was. French Vanilla ice cream, with Chocolate Peanut Butter cups melted into a high-calorie slurry, to be poured over the top of the ice cream. They changed their votes.I pivoted the chair and stood. The girls laughed, "Are you having your own wardrobe malfunction?" I stopped, looked down at my tented shorts, turned and stuck my tongue out at them. Which was a mistake because they immediately commented that any guy that had a tongue that. Videotape me suckingoff one guy after another. Tie me up and force me to service hundreds ofmen.Hypnotize me. Give me huge breast implants, whore me out on thestreets."I would have cum then and there if I hadn't been startled out of myimpending orgasm by a deep voice directly behind me."I'm still going to do all of that and more, slut."I started to turn, but a strong hand took me by the hair and pushed meto the shower. "Clean yourself up, slut, then crawl to meet me in theliving room. Don't. "God, I can't wait any longer," she whispers against my sensitive neck. "I need to taste you." Feeling her lust radiate from her in palpitating waves sends more liquid heat to my core, forcing me to whimper as she stretches herself on the bed and eagerly waits for me to straddle her face. I glance at Bryant, my husband, best friend, and love of my life, and find him staring at me in a way that he hasn't done in months, with undeniable yearning and absolute desire. "I can't.