James offers to the trembling Charlotte a second clamp, sliding chill metal over hot skin, slipping down to her breast. All around me, there are a thousand reflections of my wife, her mouth wide and open, wailing as Michael, one arm hooked around her waist, takes her measure. Slick and shiny, long adept fingers scissor into her, the slight movement I can see translating into her howling response as, for the second time in a few hours, he takes her up the path to climax.
Oh…. God….
And I drop to my knees, my face to Charlotte’s s*x; the tang and the taste of her; the delicious pungency of her open cunt; the flavour of salt and citrus in my mouth as I explore heated skin, tender flesh and sensitive nerves with lips and teeth and tongue.
My face wet with her honey, I take a breath of air,
