As I slipped into the room, she held up one hand to stop me. I stopped at the end of the bed and watched as Angie continued to finger-fuck my wife.The... musty smell of sex filled my nostrils as I stood there.“You are so freaking awesome,” Angie breathlessly said.“You are too kind,” Joy replied, “I love your touches. I really do.”“So, what do you think Ed would say if he knew you and I might hook up?” Angie asked.“Oh my God!” Joy shot back, “He’d probably freak out, he is so conservative.”Angie. ” She still had that almost playful grin on her face, and John wondered why she was so amused.“I don’t follow,” John said as he poured the milk into the mugs and stirred.“Now John, where would I have heard about your staffing problems? Eh?” she said with an even wider grin. John now had the mugs ready.“Let’s go and sit in the living room,” he suggested, carrying the two mugs and preceding her there. He put her mug down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, placing his own next to it in an. The cock disappeared through the glory hole, and my wife slid shut the door. She looked me in the eyes, again, those perfect emerald iris staring at me. "Did you like that?" I nodded my head enthusiastically; unable to tell her how much I loved her. She saw my still raging cock beneath her. "Well, you have been such a good boy; it would be a shame to leave you like this?" She grabbed the camera from behind me and moved it in front of her. She then turned and straddled my cock, facing away from. At that moment, Aria touched me on the right shoulder.“Can you go and get me another glass of wine please, naughty?” She smiled a wicked little smile and began looking me up and down as I got to my feet and towered over her. She was only about five-foot-three inches tall and I stood at six-feet-two.“Sure, Aria. I won’t be a minute,” I answered as I took her empty glass and headed to the kitchen.I pulled the chilled bottle of white wine that was already open from the fridge and filled the glass.