Every stroke he sent into her, pulverizing her pussy sent tingles into his cock. He’s never felt so alive. Sex with his wife was not as exciting as ...this was. As he rammed into her, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth she began to jut forward, choking on his massive cock. She began to make gurgling noises. Afraid she’d throw up on him, she released him from her mouth and began to give him a hand job. Sliding his slippery dick up and down in her hand her movements became faster and. She wasn't holding my hand with any sexual intent. It was endearing, like holding the hand of someone you're trying to get through to.Thinking about her last statement, I realized that I had been putting up with being ignored. I had became accustomed to it and evolved. Now people were responding to me and I didn't know how to react. Maybe it was too much all at once. Maybe I'd been trained not to try anything different. Maybe, maybe, maybe ... I could have gone on for hours on what may have. After the initial greeting, chats James would shower as he usually came straight from work, when with Nigel he would start tongue kissing my wife while placing his had inside her panties and start to finger fuck her. All hot to watch, James usually went straight for Monica's panties, not wasting time, I watched so many times as he hooked his thumbs under the strings and proceeded to peel off my wife's panties. With my fist already around my hard cock I watched on as my wife lifted her bottom. His nipples pressed against his silk shirt as if trying to escape. They begged for attention, for my fingers or even my lips. The soft material of his slacks, already stretched tight at the zipper, showed the beginnings of a wet spot. ‘Oh, honey, yes,’ I whispered, losing myself in his fantasy. ‘Our baby nursing at your breast, sucking hard to get your milk, lying in your arms as he sleeps . . .’ He turned and looked out the window as if thinking. I didn’t wait long before he continued. ‘No,.