Perhaps all of my wife's fascinations had something to do with her background. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let... alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.Was it really. She can feel me becoming tumescent again inside of her."I was sort of hoping the accident might have cured you of your fixationbut it obviously hasn't. Not to worry, I don't mind that much; its kindof kinky," she says and begins to ride me."Well its good that I know what turns me on," I say as I rise to meet herthrusts."Shut up and fuck me," she lowers her mouth to mine to shut me up.Later we lie side by side kissing like teenagers. I can't keep my handsoff her stocking-clad legs and her. She lifted her skirt by the hem so that he could get a good look at her white cotton panties. He knelt down and marvelled at the beginnings of a damp spot. Five seconds more! ‘I bet you’ve been dreaming of masturbating in school. I dare you do it right here so I can watch.’ Damn him, damn him to hell! She continued to hold her skirt up with other hand as her right hand extended down to her crotch. She traced the outline of her pussy lips through her cotton panties as Brad shifted to get a. She presented her left foot to my mouth and I kissed and sucked each toe and then did the same to her right foot. She slightly raised her feet, "More...." and I kissed and licked the soles of her feet. She moaned softly and told me I was a good little pet. She stood and faced the bed and bent her knees putting her ass in my face."Greet me, slut."I sniffed and kissed and licked and sucked her asshole until it mushroomed in my mouth. Her moans became louder and her breathing quickened. I.