After a few moments I switch off and start sucking on her other nipple while fondling the other with my right hand. She continues to moan more.Several... moments go by and I start to explore her more. I start kissing lower and lower until I reach the band of her panties. I look to her for approval, and with her silent nod I reach for the sides and start pulling her panties off. She lifts her legs to get them off, then spreads her legs wide revealing her slightly unshaven pussy.I can't think right,. I knew that I would not last too long myself.As I pounded Ana so hard, I suddenly knew I was coming too. The carpenter began grunting at same time, as he filled Ana’s throat with his sticky cum. My wife swallowed every drop as a good girl. This was too much for me…I pulled out and shoved my hard cock up Ana’s tight rosebud.I wanted to feel her tight rectum walls wrapped around my dick.So I grunted hard and exploded deep inside of my wife’s bowels.Anita looked at me, saying that now her asshole. "Elyse raised her head slowly. Thick waves of hair parted to reveal her tear-streaked face."Interesting. What brings tears to the eyes of a wife as she sluts for another man? Is it shame, an overpowering disgrace born from the incapacity to control her own desires? Or is it simply pure lust, her body's final desperate mechanism for dealing with extended deprivation, fired by a ravenous carnal appetite? Of course, a true slut could never feel shame. A true slut would abandon everything for a. Your mouth and tongue are amazing. You almost made me cum just by playing with my nipples and breasts," I told her. She blushed but didn't move away. She slowly started kissing down my stomach, alternating between light and hard. Occasionally, she would stop and suck my skin into her mouth for a few seconds. I would later find that she had left a small trail of hickeys leading to my pussy. When she reached my clean shaved mound, she repositioned herself between my legs. She looked at my pussy.