When she pushed his face back from her s*x, his face was smeared with her juices. Cliff was standing just to the side of the table and Kathleen gestured him over. He had already pulled out his c**k, but was all but fully dressed, which Thom found odd but Kathleen declined to comment. “You don’t need any help getting hard,” she commented to her lover, looking at his c**k.
“Never,” he grinned.
“Too bad. Either MaryJo or Thom would have been happy to help you out.” Thom shivered at these words but didn’t contradict his wife because he would have served her however she wished.
MaryJo was right beside the table, holding Kathleen’s hand, a nervous but eager grin on her face. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she said.
“I can’t believe I waited so long for it,” she replied. She held MaryJo
