"I couldn't hold back any longer. I was wanking myself with fast strokes. I leaned back on one arm and arched my back. She flipped the massager on Hig...h and was squeezing her vagina. Her mouth was open and she was panting. I began to shoot ropes and globs of my cream. Some of it landed on me and some landed on her. This seemed to push her over the edge and she let out a series of banshee wails until she pulled the massager away and fell back on the bed.We were quiet for a while until she. The wetness of her labia told me she was aroused and ready to play.I was so overwhelmed by the unexpected and highly sexual turn of events that I momentarily lost control of the car. Thankfully, a quick jerk of the steering wheel rectified our trajectory.“Do you mind?” she asked once the threat to our lives had passed. She didn’t wait for me to answer before using my hand to massage her pussy.I didn’t speak. I just focused on the road and enjoyed the feel of her hot labia on my skin. But. " I didn’t hesitate. I poured another drink and dropped my clothes on the kitchen floor. I couldn’t wait to get back to that cock and suck it some more. And when I got to the bedroom I found him lying on our bed, legs spread wide. His cock was only semi-hard and he was on his cellphone with my wife, telling her how much I was enjoying sucking his cock and how good I was at it. I heard her say, “Tell him I’m proud of him, and I want him to call me with details as soon as he makes you feel. It only took her a short while to sort out the different classifications of porn materials and soon she was directing the horny customers to the section that had the sort of porn they were looking for. She even set up different areas for special fetishes like anal, or gay or bestiality. She knew that the men would tip her for her help, and she fell into the habit of wearing short skirts that showed off her juvenile panties when she leaned forward or bent over to retrieve a film from a bottom.