Coquette and her cuckold. Part 2
By the time we returned to our holiday villa, it was well past 11 o’clock. The combination of a late dinner and Julie’s desire for an extended masturbation on the walk back had taken us into the quieter part of the evening. We could hear the local band playing some easy rhythms in the bar but I didn’t intend doing much dancing tonight – unless it was the horizontal kind. Watching my wife brazenly finger-fuck herself on the walk back from the dining room had aroused me to an almost painful level. Sure, I was more than happy to know that she’d had so much pleasure from it but I wasn’t so selfless that I didn’t expect something for myself too. As soon as we entered our one-bedroom bungalow, my hands were reaching for Julie. …