"Yeah, let's do it. I might as well learn about the second man my wife ever had sex with." Are you sure you're not angry?" I'm sure. This was my idea,... remember?"When we got to the motel, we could see that the truck was already parked. The desk clerk gave us a room. We unpacked, and went to the nearby restaurant and bar. The truck driver was waiting for us. He offered to buy us drinks, but I paid for his. "If you pay for anything, it will feel like it is for services rendered," I said.My wife. "Please stop!"She comes to a stop in the foyer by the stairs but is well outside myreach. I walk to her slowly. She backs away equally slowly."I'm going to pee my pants if you don't help me," I beg her."Babies pee their pants all the time," she says. "And you're just a babygirl!" she points out."Jenny!!!!" I yell at her."Shut up!" Emma roars from the top of the stairs.Shock hits me. My bladder lets loose into the diaper. I drop to my kneeswhere I am and embrace the humiliation of pissing myself. I turned to face her with a humongous grin plastered on my face.She motioned for me to turn around and get my cock out, so I did. When I turned back around she was just turning around. Her gaze instantly dropped to my cock, her mouth dropping open a bit. I smiled and moved forward slowly, my gaze slowly traveling up and down her body. Her tits were the perfect size for someone her age, just big enough so that they could be pushed together for a great titfuck. Her cunt looked like it was freshly. “Cherry, no need to explain yourself to Kyle. He understands exactly why my cum is on your pretty face. Just like he understands why it will continue to be there any time I want,” Steve said directly to Kyle. Kyle, his cock still clearly hard, said, “No, that is not going to happen.” Steve ignoring the comment, looked Kyle in the eye and said, “Come clean my girl up while I fuck her how you should have all these years. Do a good job and I will let you cum on her tits.” Kyle, trying to think of.