Anyway, there really is no other feeling that matches what it’s like to see your wife on her back, her arms flung over her head, spreading her thighs as another man moves into position to fuck her, his body taking the place of yours. I can’t help revisiting the intense feelings that these two photos generate – seeing his ball sack hanging down next to Kathy’s pussy as she pulls her knees back to open herself to him.
Watching as he settles his weight down onto her, seeing her hands embracing him, her wedding band against his skin. Then seeing his hips push forward, the tip of his penis finding my wife’s pussy lips, both of their bodies now lined up to join. Watching as their hips shift slightly, his pushing down as her legs rise into the air. Then I hear my wife of 35 years make a little cry and moan and even though part of my mind rebels at the thought, I know that the sounds she’s making means that the head of his cock has entered her. Their bodies begin to move in rhythym, and I admire the curve of my wife’s smooth thighs against his hips. I shift around to the side of the bed to watch them kiss, her eyes closed, her tongue searching for his, and then back to look closely between their legs to see the shaft of his cock spreading her pussy lips, seeing his balls swinging as he pulls his cock partway out and then pushes foward. With each thrust and clenching of his a*s, I know exactly what he’s feeling as my wife’s pussy grips his penis…
