She never let my cum in her mouth before last night. That was AWESOME, of course, and I held up there for bit, catching my breath, getting a hot sl...utty post-fuck cocksucking. Wow. But I was still feeling this weird anger fuck. Without saying a word, I grunted, pulled my dick out, flopped back away from her, and rolled off the bed. I didn’t care what she did or said. I quickly yanked on my jeans, shut the door, shirtless, grabbed a couple beers, and soon passed out on the living room. Something tugged at him; a feeling of pain and need was strong in his mind."Hoooooo ... whooosh!" past his ear, and down the slope in a flash, the nighthawk zoomed sharply upward, soared in a tight circle back around and fluttered just in front of Graydon, then it wheeled in a backflip and in a series of short glides and swoops, descended down-slope again. It disappeared behind a tangle of limbs and a broken tree trunk, flew back into view, hung there on fluttering wings and gave a rapid series. The bathroom separated our two rooms and it was weird seeing his side of the door locked that night as I usually liked to freely roam between rooms.Ben came in to say good night and he joked quietly about how we were all going to have a dull night. He planned to invite Ashley back over to the house just as soon as Tom left. I could see that he wasn’t giving up his new found privileges easily and sighed that it was going to be him “and his hands tonight”. I loved that he could make those jokes. But this… This was something new. He was about to watch his wife giving blowjobs to complete strangers while he would remain, unseen gloryhole wife,His hotwife dressed for the occasion. Putting on her slutty black dress and a touch of makeup on her slender face, he caught the reflection of her high cheekbones in the mirror. He could almost taste the excitement in the air: she was about to fulfill their ultimate fantasy. They were silent driving there, and when they reached the club, she knew.