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My Passed-Out Wife

... don't know why I did what I did next! I asked him if he could keep an eye on her while I went back and locked the car. I had already locked the car before we came up. I am not sure to this day why I made that excuse to leave the room. I guess I needed some time to absorb what was happening and why I was allowing it and liking it too. I went back down to the first floor and lit a smoke. After smoking half of it, I headed back up after thinking I had gone to far leaving my u*********s wife alone with this stranger d***k dude. I wasn't really surprised when I opened the door of the room and saw my wife with this guy between her legs and her panties hanging from one ankle. He was fucking her and just squeezing the hell out of her breasts. He had her knees bent up over her chest and had his arms on the outside of her knees as he was bent over her and grabbing her breasts while he pounded his meat into her. i wasn't even sure how to react. Watch? Pull him off her and punch him? Stick my hard-on in her mouth while he continued to fuck the hell out of her? I took a deep breath and felt a rush of adrenalin. I am not sure what all was going through my mind as I froze in my tracks. The next words out of my mouth amaze me to this day. I said &#034Finish fucking her and then you have to leave&#034. My wife was still passed-out cold. He took another minute or so worth of strokes and had his groaning climax. I will never forget the sight of my wife as he lifted away from her as she was ...

... laying on her back with her legs spread wide, bald pussy exposed, with her knees hanging over the end of the bed and her large tits just standing up. His cum was just beginning to plop out of her. My only thought was to get him out of there. He pulled his pants back up and asked if I was mad. I just said &#034No. Let's leave&#034. I walked him down to the entrance downstairs and told him it was okay and that we would be leaving early in the morning. I think he muttered his name as he said &#034Thanks Sir&#034 and walked away. I lit another smoke and replayed the whole scene in my mind. The entire elapsed time from when I left him in the room with her and when I walked back in couldn't have been more than 5 minutes. I still wonder how long he waited before he pulled her panties down and spread her legs. I headed back up to the room not sure what to do next. My first thought was to get her out of her clothes and make sure he had left no marks. My plan changes as soon as I opened that door and saw her still laying there with her jean skirt and top pulled up and legs spread wide, d****d over the side of the bed and her panties still dangling from her left ankle. As I got closer, I saw his thick milky juice running out of her bald pussy and staining the bedspread gave me an instant *****. I pulled off my jeans and stuck it right in her. She was tight, wet and warm. I reached an ****** in less than a minute as I fucked her thinking of what had just happened with this stranger and her. ...