Oh my God – my husband was kissing and licking me in the most intimate and private of areas where another man had very recently marked his territory...! He was kissing my thighs where those rivers of cum were still running! He was licking me where Peter’s cock had just been spurting in me. He had his tongue in my hot, sweaty, swollen, cum-filled pussy, and…And, I couldn’t help it – I came again – noisily and within seconds of my husband’s tongue reaching inside me. My legs shook as my second. Any observer might have noted the tiny beads of sweat forming on her hips and forehead. Her long blonde hair swirled around her face as the man’s rhythm brought her to a new plateau of enjoyment. Completely absorbed with what he was doing, she cried out for him shamelessly to come inside her. Fully submissive now, she never wanted this pleasure to end. At the point it did however - at the precise moment he began spraying her vaginal walls internally - she collapsed face-forward on to the. " Oh no please stop," my voice said, but I didn't mean it, I was close now, very close, a few more seconds and I was there. My hips bucked under his hand as I my orgasm rolled over me."Oh my God," I sighed when I had regained my breath."Liked that didn't you?" he chuckled.This time I just nodded. His hands now became busy with my top and soon my blouse and bra were on the floor and his hands were working on my naked flesh."Great tits," he commented.Oh my, that felt so good, I couldn't believe I. There must be more to this than it appears, I thought as I toweled off.As I looked in the mirror, it seemed as if I’d been in an MMA fight rather than having sex with my wife. There were noticeable bite marks on my chest and neck. I turned to view my back and was surprised. I thought, What the hell? My right shoulder was etched with claw marks. If this was the real Marika, how had I missed it for eight years?When I entered the kitchen, she was busy cooking and Timmy was watching Saturday.