Hard and fast. It came from an open door that spilled light into the dark studio. Figures moved in there, shifting shadows. My wife gasped and panted. Her moans echoed through the studio, coming closer and blowjob closer to her orgasm. I Brunette marched across the room, stamping on the padded mat covering the floor, my children following. I reached the door. My wife was bent over a desk, her fake tits out, bouncing as the younger man fucked her. He was in his mid-twenties, fit and tan, blond like me, his body muscular. His arms flexed as he gripped her flesh. He grunted, thrusting hard and fast into her, his chiseled face twisted in pleasure as he plowed into my wife. My rage boiled through me. Then my wife noticed me. “Willis!” she screeched, her back petite straightening, her hands darting to cover those large, teen firm breasts I bought her. “What the fuck are you doing here!” “Holy shit!” gasped Mitch, jumping back, his cock ripping out of my wife's pussy, drenched in her cream. “Listen, dude, this isn't... I mean...” “Oh, don't freak out,” my cumshot wife said, straightening, her brown eyes flaring as she covered her tits. “He's a spineless—” “Shut up, Dianne!” I growled. “Kneel, uncover your tits, and wait until I'm ready for you, whore!” My thoughts blazed with pain. I know Doug has played with Julie but it has been sometime, that was when Tony, Doug, Julie and I played blowjob in the tree house at our other grandparents in the city. “You needed this more than I probably ever would.” A few times I even noticed Mom was checking out my package. He looked at me carefully. “When you finally get to that point where you know it is going to come out, do you usually let the girl know about it,” she asked, mildly concerned but petite Brunette still wiggling her finger inside her pussy. She trudged slowly around past the front of the car and clicked cumshot the door open. Her arms went around my neck as her legs tightened on my waist. The party returned back to Julies house. A waste of my time.” Lysera chastised, not bothering to keep her rage in check, even as other Lessers glanced her way, uncertainty. “Yes, they are. “What’s wrong Becky,” teen he asked. You enjoy teasing me, making me wait for the pain that I secretly want. As the four lay on the floor Luis looked at Gail, “baby you’ve got a glow on your face”, she gave him a coy look. "Thank the gentleman and lets go Mrs. C." Mike is obviously turned on by Sarah fucking me, and her commentary as he is blowing me and bringing me close to a huge orgasm. “Stop!” she whispered, between gasps, “too much . . .”