The phone rings

John slowed his pace to long slow thrusts. "Answer it", he commanded.

She held her breath, trying to compose herself as she reached for the phone.

"Hello?", Patricia answered.

John smiled at the sheer power he held over Patricia at the moment, he squeezed her ass as he continued to pump into her ass.

"Hi Taylor.... yeah, he's still.... here", Patricia responded.

She had to pause every time he sunk his cock into her, lest she let out a moan or a squeal. He could tell the thrill of speaking on the phone, the potential of getting caught, was turning Patricia on turning her into a fiery minx. The fact that it was his wife was an unexpected twist. His cock pulsed with delight.

"He can't talk..... right now.... he is cleaning.... my pipes....", Patricia said.

He grabbed her tiny waist with both hands, and quickened his pace.

Patricia couldn't help but squeal in delight.

"No, I'm GREAT!.....", Patricia continued, "why do you...... ask?"

His was nearing orgasm, his balls felt like they were ready to explode. He began pumping harder, the sound of his balls hitting her pussy and clit made a fleshy clapping sound.

"I think he's..... just about finished....", Patricia told his wife.

John leaned over Patricia, nibbling on her earlobe. He continued to thrust into her like a horny animal. Front this location he could faintly hear the sound of his wife's voice on the other end of the phone.

"OK Pat", his wife Taylor said, "It sounds like he's taking good care of you then, I love you."

"LOVE YOU.... TOO", Patricia said with a gulp, and hung up the phone.

It was all he could take, his body began to convulse, he had to quickly decide if he wanted to cum in her ass, or on top of it.