A cream Pie

We are sat in the kitchen, coffees in hand.

My wife is naked. She is not making this easy (or is she?)

She's definitely not playing fair. She is wearing the thigh high boots.

She is sat on a stool leaning back against the wall, legs apart like she was in the shop for Black T. Her pussy is wet. It glistens in the light.

I am in a dressing gown. That covers pink panties. That covers a small pink cock cage. Which covers a small, but hard cock, and purple balls.

"Well baby, what have you decided?" She reached a perfectly manicured finger along her wet slit and raised it to her lips and sucked, waiting.

My eyes were bloodshot. I had not slept. All night my thoughts ranged from Black T looking at my wife's pussy, the image of him holding her almost naked body, of me eating his cream pie from her pussy... round and round these thoughts had gone. The image that kept coming back was Black T holding Helen's breast from behind whilst I licked her pussy. The image was straight from the POV vid, but now superimposed on my wife.

"Yes." I whispered

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to continue to play"

"Yes, I want to continue to play... What?"

I looked at her... beautiful, legs spread, pussy glistening, powerful in those boots...

"Yes, I want to continue to play... Mistress"

"Good Cuckie, get down here where you belong and lick"