7. Mel’s desperation pushes her over the edge

Carla lets your cock slip from her mouth. “Mel I–” she turns to look at her husband frantically beating himself off, “Mel what are you doing?”

“Fuck Carla, it’s so good watching you. I want to see him fuck you.”

She looks at her husband with a mixture of surprise and concern. “You can’t mean that.”

“Carla, I want to see that big cock fill you up. I want to watch your face while he does it.”

Slowly, she stands from her kneeling position. “You want to watch our therapist fuck me?”

“God yes, more than anything.” Mel’s voice was ****. Something new had awakened in him.

“And you want to see my face while he does?”

“Oh god yes.”

“Mel,” She bends over and places her hands on the coffee table between your seat and the couch. “If you want this, you’re never going to fuck me again.”

Mel only groaned a deep sound of pleasure. His hand sped up, he desperately pleasured himself to the knowledge that he was about to lose his wife for good.

“Dr. Cookson, I want you to fuck me.” Carla’s voice was soft but intense. This was a permanent change in their relationship, and you’re there to witness it.

Casually, you stand. You caress her ass, appreciating that her body, even at her age after two children, is still in good shape. You flip her skirt up, revealing her panties. She’s by no means prepared to show them off to anyone, they’re a standard white cotton, but you still relish pulling them to her ankles to reveal her MILF pussy. You feel her slit as you move to line yourself up with her entrance and smile to yourself. In spite of her protests, she’s wet.