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ran a finger over her plump, red lips. Her delicious, little, red tongue flicked out to give it a lick. He grinned and pressed the digit into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it wetly as he pumped it in and out. Even more erotic was the way they looked at each other at the same time. Fierce, hungry.
    With his other hand, he cupped and lifted each of her breasts, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples. His fingertips then traced a line between her breasts down over her flat belly. He massaged her closely trimmed muff, and then slid a finger between her labia. Her slit opened like a flower in bloom, pink and glistening inside.
    She was no longer my wife. She was now his juicy, horny slut. He honed in on her swollen nub, and she gasped as he gently rubbed her clitoris. Her whole body seemed to liquefy at his touch, waves of pleasure rippling through her long, lean form.
    After a few moments he spoke again, this time to Julie. "I've been pleasuring you for a while now, isn't it about time you reciprocate?"
    She gulped and then nodded her head slightly.
    "Good girl," he said.
    With his right hand he unzipped his pants, and with his left he pulled her head toward his lap. She took it from there, snaking her hand into his pants and fishing out his rapidly swelling cock. She stroked him several times with her left hand, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band rubbing up and down on his shaft.
    He was big. Well, bigger than me at least, which was all I could really focus on. As she jerked his prick, she helped him out of his pants while he shucked off his jacket. He relaxed back onto the sofa, one hand palming the back of her head, the other wrapped around his glass as he sipped his Scotch.
    Julie took him in her mouth. At first, just the head, alternating between sucking him and swirling her tongue around the base of his glans. Then as she wet his shaft with her saliva, she began to take him deeper and deeper, until almost his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, up and down, making loud slurping sounds as she repeatedly devoured his dick.
    Roger closed his eyes, a big happy grin on his face. "Oh God, Jack, you never told me what an expert cocksucker you had here in Julie Jules. Had I known, I'd have had her a long time ago."
    That gave me a small boost. Beneath his boast about being able to bed my wife whenever he desired was his reassurance that he hadn’t done it already.
    In addition to working his shaft with her mouth, she deft fondled his balls with her saliva soaked palms. He growled with delight.  "Damn, that feels good."
    Julie looked up at me, grinning, before returning to her task. They were having fun. Fun at my expense, I realized. If they hadn’t fucked before, it meant that there wasn’t any real attraction between them, or at least not enough to make this happen. No. This was about fucking with me for some reason.
    I rose out of my seat.
    He noticed me. Before I could speak, he reached into his pants pocket and tossed me his phone. “Film this, Jack. This is too good to leave to alcohol-clouded memory. Film your slut wife sucking my crank."
    As always his commands triggered some compulsion inside of me. I girded myself to resist, but before I could get my protest out, Julie slid her knees beneath her and aimed her ass in my direction. Her pretty, little, swaying tush distracted me. And then I noticed the sheen on her inner thighs, the glistening wetness of her pussy.
    I capitulated again. Between his peremptory tone and her obvious excitement, I felt helpless.
    "Jack, get in close and film this. I'm counting on you buddy."
    Buddy? Buddy? Fuck you asshole. I'm not filming you with my wife...
    Julie swallowed him deeper still, gagging on his big prick. That didn’t even slow her down. She took him again, deeper still, gagging again, her saliva thick on his shaft. And again, deep-throating him, her face buried in his pubes.
    “You getting this?” he