She then applied a second load of lotion to my cock, massaging it in again, taking her time, not looking me in the eye, perhaps still unsure whether I... wanted to fuck her or not. I started to get a semi-hard on.I sat back down, Helena shifted to kneel in front of me again, her tits half under water.“You a very pretty lady Helena,” I told her.“Thank you sir,” she replied, smiling.“And very, very sexy darling,” I grinned.“Thank you sir,” she giggled.She pulled herself closer, kneeling right in. No words between us, but I just stepped aside, inviting her into my home and certainly to my death. She walked passed, and I got the sweet smell her perfume. It was enough to calm my fears a bit and brought some tingling of excitement. I closed the door as softly as I could manage. I guess if I were about to die, no noise would be great. I don't know, just seemed more manly to face your death head on, even though I was shivering like a small dog.Turning away from the door, I felt sharp nail dig. The steps were quick and louder and louder, it was clear that my wife came to me. She turned on the lamps in the garage. The light blinded me, my wife's perfume spread across the garage, my penis tried to grow, but my chastity belt did not allow that. She bent down in front of me, she laid her chin on my collar. She was drunk, she did not say a word. In her eyes I saw anger and fury, I was really scared.” Where did I make a mistake?” I wondered myself as I follow her on my all four as a. Your new mistress needs more”, she moans.Now she’s getting harder to get me cum. I lean forward, wrap my arms around her stomach, and pull up a bit and grab her tits in each hand and pull her further up. Instead of a back and forth motion, it’s more of an up and down now. She bends her back as much as to keep my dick in her ass. I squeeze and massage her tits as she bounces on my cock. A few moments later, she drops her hand down to her and starts fingering her pussy.“Fuck me harder! Fuck my.