Chapter 22 - Doug
I recognized my wife. Michael had pushed me in front of the porthole cut high on the wall, just below my head. No one else was there, and when Candy’s legs and p***y came through, I recognized her immediately. Michael used her ankles to pull her through to her waist, before spreading her legs one at a time. Velcro straps around each thigh anchored her in place.
“Eat her,” Michael pushed me so hard my face was buried in my wife’s honeypot. She was swollen, red rimmed, and very wet. I heard her moan at the contact of my face against her flesh.
Candy had never reacted much in the past when I’d gone down on her. This time when I licked her hard little nub she cried loudly and tried to lift her hips to force her p***y into my face.
For the first time, my wife was encouragi
