We’d just finished the dishes when I held my wife again and whispered into her ear, “I think I’ll hit the shower.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting,” she said with enough drama in her voice to make a B-flick actress envious. Yeah, sure, you want more of my big dick, don’cha girly. Indian porn “I. …Don’t know. . …I mean…Fuck…its hot…You seem to really be enjoying his big dick. She grabbed his thick stick and guided it to her vagina. Spike immediately obeyed, thrusting his penis in, again bottoming out my wife’s vagina. I was used to her being the instigator of our sex sessions, and now here she was, forced to be someone’s fuck toy. again. …and. . . … Fuuuuuck. . . . . . … “Are you enjoying your wife being ravaged by another man?” as she caressed the shaft of my engorged cock. His chest and abs were chiseled, and he had a large tattoo across his chest that said “SPIKE.”
I was trying to yell through my gag, but “Spike” just turned and pointed the pistol at me and told me to shut up. He worked a few inches into her as she sighed, but still straight faced and still impassive. Spike smiled, “Enjoying the show I see, eh Chief?”
I felt so embarrassed, so stupid.
