Rough Creampie Sex

Later that evening, Gary came home to our rough creampie sex. Sharon immediately smiled at him and began her heavy flirting. She took his coat off, making sure to brush her tits on him as she removed it and hung it up. Gary didn't miss the definite flirt-foreplay. He ?ummed'. Sharon continued to be brazen with him, grabbing his butt and saying, "Boy, you sure look good this evening."

Gary was enjoying this playfulness and wasn't really too worried about what I thought, since it was Sharon who was doing the flirting and seducing. He commented," Dave, your wife is really getting me hot before the rough creampie sex".

To which I replied, "Hey, she is the one who started it, not me. She'll just have to take her chances."

Sharon, took that as a cue and walked right up to the front of Gary, turned her face to me and said, "You mean you won't do anything if I do rough creampie sex?" She immediately pressed herself into Gary and began to suck on his lips and mouth, holding his head between her two hands.

At first Gary didn't kiss back, but looked over to me, his face frozen in shock. He saw me smiling.

He than began returning her kiss, and stopped worrying about me. He was just kissing the hell out of her mouth. They both lingered in the kiss until they were dreamy eyed and ready for the rough creampie sex. I was loving it. I wondered if they would have the courage to take it any further.

Sharon did.

She simply said, "I want a rough creampie sex" as she grabbed his belt and pulled Gary along with her to the living room. She tossed him to the couch and took a position next to him, facing him so she could resume kissing the hell out of him while she fiddled with his belt. I followed with lustful anticipation, but feigned disbelief by saying, "I bet you a hundred dollars you'll chicken out before you go all the way".