"Are we gonna fuck, or what?" I looked up at her, taking my mouth away from her nipple. "I would love that," I said. She smiled, then leaned down and ...kissed me lightly. "Good," she purred. "Because I want to feel that perfect dick inside me." Her hand wrapped around my cock and stroked slowly. "And... I want to rock that white ass!" she said with a devious grin, moving her hand to my ass. I took a deep breath as her fingers moved close to my virgin ass, then looked up into her dark eyes. "So. Me: well, I'd start with a welcome blow job on the sofa first.Wife: absolutely! I'm a very welcoming hostess! I can't remember if he's too thick to deepthroat him?Me: bitch! Wife: you know I am going to take that boy around the world, right?Me: oh yeah! Wife: I'm going to take him to our bedroom and do him on your side of the bed. Leave you a nice puddle to sleep on!Me: you are such a Cuck queen!Wife: that's cuck goddess to you, bitch!Me: make him give you head first!Wife. I like that idea.. When your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, ‘Are you wet yet?’ You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still seeming composed, you inched your hips lower so I could find your clit. You continued to fondle my cock, especially the head of it while my finger was. I had to fight back as she tried to smother my face in that sweet breast. She urgently desired more contact there, but I was determined to take this tantalizingly slowly. I planned that by the time I penetrated her she would be so completely lost in the sensations I was creating that her world would contract down around her passions and her brother who was stoking them. I slipped off the couch and drew her with me to the floor in front of the fire, leaving Mom to watch from the couch. I.