She adored mouthing cock-meat that was slathered with cuntjuice, and when she had nursed all the fuck-slime from Vince's cock, she switched over to Joe.

Vince's cock-head was polished like a purple gemstone now, slick with her saliva, and she started to suck on Joe's slimy fucker, enjoying the taste treat while her magic mouth revived his prick.

She inhaled on his cock-head, then blew down it as if to inflate his balls with her breath. Her silken eyelashes fluttered and her lips were smiling with pleasure on the head of his delectable prick.

Then she saw her husband standing, open mouthed at the bedroom door…

"Ohmigod!" Betty squawked.

Vince and Joe looked up, alarmed.

When they saw Bill, they both blushed with guilt.

Betty yanked her lips off Joe's prick, horrified.

Would her husband beat her? Would he leave her? Had she wrecked her happy marriage by her promiscuity? She was trembling with shame.

And Bill didn't know what to do.

As long as they had not been aware of his presence, he would have been glad to spy on them as long as they continued to suck and fuck.

But he couldn't tell them that. Bill considered that it was perverse for a guy to enjoy watching his wife fuck other men. He would have been too ashamed to confess that he had loved it and to have told them to continue.

But he had to react somehow.

He, too, was blushing, but they assumed that he was flushed by rage.

Then he saw the car keys on the nightstand, and it gave him his out. Feigning an anger that he did not feel at all, he marched into the room.

Betty flinched back in fear.

Joe and Vince raised their hands to ward him off.

If they happened to notice that the front of his pants was bulging out enormously, it didn't register.