She slowly lifted her head up, my cock completely covered in her throat yogurt. It looked beautiful, like it had changed. She repeated this process ...of slowly going all the way down and coming slowly back up several times. My cock was throbbing hard. The walls of a throat are even tighter than an ass, I knew I was not going to last. She must of read my mind, because she started fucking her throat faster. She initially didnt make any gagging noises, but going faster caused some guttural. Eventually, just after midnight Alex returned home and came straight into the bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, she motioned me out of bed. "I want you on your knees for the cunt lapping," she said. "As you have signed me over to another man, I think it should be as humiliating as possible for you." I dropped to my knees, and started lapping at my wife's sodden pussy, as she laughed and taunted me about her infidelity, and pointed out that a real man would never be seen eating another man's. He wasdefinitely driving the bus.I could hear him getting louder and breathing heavier and he startedslamming my ass harder and harder – I knew he was about to cum.I started screaming, "Yes! Yes!" as my ass was making a massive clappingsound every time he bottomed out in me.With a huge moan I felt him unleash a torrent of cum deep inside me –and my hole immediately started overflowing with a squishy load.He reached under me and grabbed my hard dick and I came all over his bedwith just his. I remember those lips, I feel the other woman’s presence and rise. The mattress doesn’t move, it betrays nothing about my presence in this bedroom. As it always has my soul aches because I’m going away from him again , I turn away anyway and looked up at the woman. Without her telling me I know she’s my guide, when she’d came for me earlier she’d called herself Jada and I followed her trustingly. As am I doing now “I’m ready now, we can leave.” Without looking back at him she lets me walk.