Chapter 10: Krissy Gets Her Wish

Hello again, readers. Kate Muggleton writing. Wow! Nine chapters in, and many people are still reading along with my adventures! If you remember, we ended the last chapter with my husband, John, and I reconciling and making love. Our first lovemaking since our breakup was so emotionally intense that I burst into tears, and my feelings overwhelmed me, causing my mind to shut down and pitching me into sleep. We made love again the following morning, and I burst into tears again. This time from joy and happiness, not stress.

That is where we take up my story.

I slept in my husband’s strong arms for close to an hour before my need to pee woke me. I tried to slip from the bed to put my nightie on and go to the main bathroom as I typically did, but John drowsily said, “For goodness sake, Kate. Use the en suite. That’s what it’s there for!”

Blushing, I replied, “I don’t like waking you up when I use it. You complained that it woke you up when I turned the light on in there.”

“Gosh, Kate,” John said. “That was, what? Fifteen years ago? You mean because of one snarky comment when I hadn’t slept enough, you’ve snuck out to use the main bathroom ever since?” I nodded, and John added, “Wow. You must think I’m an ogre or something. If I’ve been that bad, why have you stuck by me all these years?”

“But you haven’t been bad,” I denied. “You’ve been a fantastic husband and father to our children. My job is to ensure your needs are met, including getting enough sleep. And if that meant slipping out so the light didn’t wake you, that was okay.”

“All my needs, Kate?” John asked teasingly. He pulled the bedding back, exposing his swiftly lengthening cock. “Does that include all of my sexual needs?”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes filled with tears, and I said, “Given how often you’ve looked for it elsewhere, John. Obviously, I haven’t adequately met those either.”

John sat up and grabbed my wrist before pulling me back onto the bed. He took me in his muscly arms and kissed my tear-stained cheek. “I’ve been an ass, Kate, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear. If you can put up with me shacking up with Amanda for all those years, I can accept you being forced by those four assholes. Death was too good for Frank! I wish he’d lived and had to endure twenty years of being made someone’s bitch in prison!”

I burst into tears again because those words, more than any other he could have said, proved to me that he now thought Frank and his cohorts had forced me.

“Shh, baby,” John whispered as he stroked my hair and face. “I love you, and we’ll be good again. Better than before, I believe, because we’ll explore together instead of apart.”

I momentarily wondered about that statement. Did it mean, as I suspected it might, that John wanted us to play with others together? Or did he mean he would be home more often, so we’d be together more? Either way, I was happy!

We cuddled for a while before I offered to make breakfast. John immediately agreed but insisted I shower with him before I did, so I relieved myself and joined him in the shower. In there, he surprised me again by sitting on the shower floor and tonguing my pussy. Typically, it would be me who knelt and serviced him. After he’d brought me off, he dressed in business casual whilst I threw my long robe over my shoulders and tied the sash tight.

When we walked into the kitchen, our kids sat together at the breakfast bar, smiling. They said nothing but insisted John and I sit as they made breakfast. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m usually careful with my breakfast and lunch meals to ensure I don’t put on any weight. Going with less then means I can relax and enjoy my evening meal, which was something I enjoyed doing. Making and serving a delicious evening meal and then sitting around the dining table with my family and/or friends as we ate, laughed, joked and teased was the highlight of my day.

However, Krissy and Tommy made Belgian waffles with caramelised bananas, strawberries, whipped cream and ice cream, all covered with our choice of sweet sauce. I chose strawberry, while John had chocolate. A large pot of brewed coffee was placed at our elbows, and the kids served us both. We had a great morning. Plenty of chats, laughs, giggles and teasing. And plenty of hugs and kisses between John and me. We only stopped when John said he needed to go to his office and make the phone calls to bring his customers up to date with their portfolios and discuss what should happen next.

Tommy headed to his club for possibly the last time. He’d have a final interview with the coach and player management staff and then pack his locker up if it was over. Krissy went to uni to meet with her study group, which meant I’d be alone again.

However, when he stood, John suggested I bring my laptop and follow him. Curious, I held his hand as we walked across to the garage and up the internal stairs to his office. For clients, there was a set of stairs and an external door. The builders had done the preliminary work to install a small, open-air elevator so the office would have disabled access, but it wasn’t active yet.

When we walked inside, I gasped. A small counter now graced the area immediately inside the entranceway. Behind that was an expansive desk with room for two. I could see spaces for two large PCs that I assumed John would link.

“Room for you and Krissy,” John smiled. “The computers should be here Monday morning. The broadband is already in with the modem there,” he pointed under the desk, “the computer guy I’ve hired to set it all up will only need to plug it into the internet router. The cable here was split off the one running to our house, so it’s fibre-optic the whole way. Internet speeds here should be as fast as in the house. That means we’ll get our market updates swiftly and have no problems accessing our customer’s files.”

I looked around, amazed. Then my husband grinned again and said, “In the meantime, I’ve boosted the Wi-Fi signal from the house, so you’ll have good coverage wherever you are in here. Why don’t you man the phones and begin working on your degree? Plus, we may have some clients visit. If we do, I’ll get you to greet them and offer tea, coffee or a cold drink before you bring them across and introduce them to me.”

“I’ll need to change and do my makeup,” I gushed and walked towards the door quickly.

“Kate?” John called before I reached the door. I turned back. “Wear something really sexy. No panties or bra, okay? If they’re males only, feel free to flirt and/or flash them.”

Dumfounded, I stared at my husband. John loved me flirting, but previously, if I’d shown too much flesh, he’d swiftly drag me home or upstairs and correct my behaviour.

John grinned wider, “Just do it, my little Kate slut.”

I bit my lip and groaned as the typical tingle I felt between my toned and shapely thighs when my husband was close instantly blazed into an inferno of desire. I raced to my bedroom and showered quickly before opening my walk-in robe. I wanted something appropriate for a professional workspace but would knock my husband’s socks off. I thought I had the right outfit, but I couldn’t remember if I’d clicked ‘buy’ or dumped the cart before I logged out.

Luckily, I found it still in the box it had arrived in. It was a black and white Privé Hounds Tooth crossover bodycon dress. The crossover vee left vast expanses of my inner breast mounds exposed, and the skirt part of the dress clung to my gorgeous curves, ending barely past my panty line. I’d have to be careful not to slump because, if I did, the Vee would sag open, exposing my luscious breasts. Plus, I’d need to keep my knees tightly together to prevent flashing my sweet little pussy to anyone standing before me.

I didn’t typically wear nylons, but I thought they were appropriate for office wear, so I carefully pulled on a sheer dark grey pair. I paired them with my black, patent leather 5-inch pumps. Satisfied I’d met my husband’s ‘sexy’ requirement, I did my hair and makeup before taking my contacts out and donning a pair of designer eyeglasses.

I haven’t mentioned wearing contacts before, have I, readers? Well, a woman has to have some secrets. The truth is, without my glasses or contacts, I’d barely see the cock before me!

When I returned to John’s office, he was on the phone with a client, but when I walked in, his voice faltered, and his mouth hung agape. He swallowed twice before he could continue his conversation. To further tease him, when I sat on my computer chair, I purposefully turned it to flash my waxed, nylons obscured pussy. John lost his sentence and had to cough again to cover his loss of words.

Opening my laptop, I logged onto the Open University website, navigated to my course and began reading the course materials. As I read, I quickly realised that this subject was much more complex than the simple ones I’d done earlier, but that they weren’t particularly difficult. I’d reached the end of the readings when the phone in front of me rang. I looked over at my husband, but he was still animatedly chatting with his client.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to smile, picked up the phone and cheerfully said, “Muggleton Consultancy. Kate Muggleton speaking, how may I help you?”

“May I speak with John, please?” The man on the other end of the phone said.

“John’s on another call at this time,” I replied. “May I take your number and get him to call you back?”

“You have the sexiest voice, Kate,” the man said. “Are you John’s wife or daughter?”

“I’m not sure that matters, Sir,” I answered. “Would you like me to have John call you back?”

The man chuckled and said, “Have John call me back. Nothing urgent. I have a chance to buy some shares from a disgruntled former employee of a large manufacturing company. I’d like John’s opinion about the value of those shares and where he thinks they’re going. My name is Rex Mossop. John will know the number.”

“He’s off the phone now, Mister Mossop. Would you like me to transfer you through?”

We didn’t actually have a switchboard, just three phones connected to the same number. We had ‘call waiting’ to cover a second call, but any more than that would receive a ‘busy’ signal.

“Yes, please, Kate,” Rex requested.

I covered the mouthpiece with my hand and said, “Rex Mossop for you.”

John nodded and picked his extension up. Trying to understand what my husband did, I avidly listened to John’s end of the conversation. During the first part of the conversation, my husband ensured the shares were legal to buy and that no ‘insider trading’ was occurring. After he’d confirmed the trade was legal, John’s fingers flew over his keyboard as he ran some complicated checks and algorithms, trying to establish the shares’ trajectory.

After nearly five minutes of entering figures and information, as he chatted with his client, John announced he thought the shares were a good medium-term investment, meaning Mister Mossop should hold them for twelve to eighteen months before unloading them.

John hung up, and another call came through. John looked at me expectantly, so I answered as I had earlier. This call was from the contractor checking the NBN cables were ready for him to install the new computers, printers and modems. John had said they were, so I felt confident confirming his installation schedule.

“This is already much better, Kate,” John acknowledged. “I’m getting way more done with you answering the phones. Would you like to man the office for me from nine to five every weekday? At the moment, I have to redirect the office phones to my mobile when I’m out of the office. It would be much better to have you answering them and taking messages. Then, if there’s anything urgent, you can call or message me, and I’ll get right back to them.”

Of course, I was happy to help out, but I didn’t want my housework to fall behind, so John agreed that I could redirect the office phone to his mobile when I needed to clean or do other household chores.

Towards 3:30 pm, for some reason, John seemed jumpy. I figured out why when Kath and Mike walked in just before the close of business at five.

“Hello, gorgeous!” Kath gushed as she rushed around the counter and jumped into my lap. We exchanged a fierce hug and soft lip kiss, as we always did.

“What brings you here, babe?” I asked as I casually groped her firm ass.

“Your husband phoned Mike and said he’d gotten his head together and asked if we wanted to join you and him to celebrate.”

“Oh?” I teased. “I thought you were finally turning over your and Mike’s ill-gotten gains for us to hide from the taxman.”

“John, unfortunately, is the one honest investment broker in Australia, Kate,” Kath teased back. “He’s looked after our investment portfolio for years, as you well know, and we have no complaints about our returns!”

“Let’s shut up shop and send the phones to the answering service,” John suggested. “We’ll go to the main building, get a bottle of wine, order some takeaway and celebrate Kate’s and my reconciliation.”

Something was going on here. I could feel it, but I couldn’t figure out what. I knew Kath’s sexuality had suddenly blossomed since our weekend together, but I didn’t think she would have said anything to Mike about her and my adventures, and I seriously doubted she’d mention her D/s relationship with Rick. However, spending time with Mike and Kath was always enjoyable, so I quickly agreed. I shut down my laptop and turned off the phones. That meant they’d immediately go to the message bank, and John could get them tomorrow.

As we walked to the lounge, John whispered, “I told Tommy and Krissy to stay away until at least 2:00 am, Kate. So, go with the flow tonight, okay?”

“What have you got planned, Mister?” I asked.

“Just remember that you are my slut, Kate,” John demanded.

Of course, that word meant my pussy was instantly tingling, and I could feel moisture pooling between my pussy lips.

Kath and I went to the kitchen and got our men beers. I called our local Chinese takeaway shop and ordered a selection of meals along with plenty of special fried rice. Then Kath and I joined the men in the lounge. I walked towards John initially, but Kath took my hand and pushed me towards her husband.

I looked at her and then my husband confusedly, but John indicated with his eyes that I should sit with Mike.

I wondered again what the heck was going on, but I followed what John wanted and sat beside Mike. When I sat, Mike wrapped his strong arm around me. “It’s good to see you and John are happy together again, Kate,” he said. “John and I have arranged some surprises for tonight. Trust us, okay? All of us, John, Kath, and I, want this, but it might shock you. Hang in there, okay?”

Now, I was totally confused, but I trusted my two best friends and my husband, of course, so I said nothing. As I mulled over what could be happening, the front doorbell rang. I checked my phone and thought the Chinese delivery was fast, but I got up to answer the door.

Instead of a delivery guy, Rick and Siobhan stood at the door. They were both dressed as Bdsm dominants. Siobhan wore an outfit similar to what she wore at The Chateaux when we played. Rick was similarly dressed, except he had on the black leather pants he wore when I saw him at Kath’s place.

“Hello, slut Kate,” they chorused when I opened the door.

I controlled my now instinctual response to being called a slut and greeted them. Wondering what my husband had set up, I escorted Siobhan and Rick to our lounge. To my shock, Mike and Kath both slid off the sofa onto their knees.

“Hello, Master Rick, Mistress Siobhan,” they intoned as they took up submission position number one.

“Strip,” Rick demanded.

Mike and Kath stood long enough to divest their clothing before retaking their submissive position. I was amazed that Mike had removed all hair except what grew on his head. Kath had removed her pubic hair, but she’d regularly done that, so I wasn’t as amazed.

Siobhan had an amused expression on her face as she watched me observe the interaction between Rick, Mike and Kath. Then she assumed a severe mien and said what Rick had. “Strip,” she demanded.

I laughed, but that quickly cut off when John stood and disrobed before taking up the first submissive position.

“John!” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Siobhan will explain, Kate,” John said, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Kate, my slutty little girl,” Siobhan crooned. “Get on your knees before I take my cane to your sexy ass!”

Siobhan’s voice held so much power and command that I didn’t hesitate. I dropped my dress and nylons to the floor, which was all the clothing that I wore, and knelt beside my husband.

“Good slut,” Siobhan praised. Then she explained, “After Kath’s four days with you, she started asking me questions about what it was like to be a Dominatrix. I quickly elicited from her that you and her were intimate. However, I also swiftly established that although Kath could joyfully and willingly have sex with you, she wasn’t bisexual or a lesbian. Rick and I have been friends and mentors for years. I recommended Rick to Kath as a suitable dominant for her to explore with.

“Unfortunately, Rick has, shall we say, better morals than I. I couldn’t care less if my play partner is married or not, but Rick will not play with a married woman unless her husband is aware and forgiving of the relationship or an active participant. Rick is also one hundred percent bisexual, coupling with men and women with equal fervour.

“When he insisted that to become Kath’s mentor, she needed her husband’s permission, Kath confessed her desires to Mike. To her surprise, Mike admitted to bisexual fantasies, mostly involving your husband, and admitted he wanted to try submitting to someone.

“Their first time submitting as a couple was to me. However, in the review we three had afterwards, Kath said the sex between her and me wasn’t as satisfactory as she’d hoped. With Mike’s approval, I asked Rick to meet and chat with them. They set up a session the following day, and Mike watched Kath submit to Rick and take his cock in her three love holes. As Rick fucked her, Mike orgasmed twice without his cock being touched.

“After Rick had cum inside his wife’s cunt, Mike asked if he could suck Rick off. Rick made Mike clean his cum out of Kath’s pussy first. Then he allowed Mike to blow him. It turns out that Mike loves sucking cock, and Rick tells me he’s terrific at it!”

My husband broke in and said, “Don’t go getting any wrong ideas, Kate. I am not bisexual, nor do I ever wish to suck a cock. However, after those times you tied me to the bed, I’ve found I enjoy submitting to a dominant woman. Siobhan believes we both have the ability to become genuine Bdsm switches. Changing between domination and submission seamlessly.”

“When did you five work all this out?” I asked confusedly. I turned to John, “I thought you were going to leave me or force me out of the house. I mean, we weren’t even talking. Am I expected to believe you arranged all of this since our session yesterday?”

John laughed and explained, “I had to get past my hurt, Kate, but I never wanted to break up, nor did I want a divorce. But I needed to work through my visceral reaction to hearing some men had forced their cocks into you. Mike and Kath helped me with that.”

“And how did they do that, John?”

“You’ll rightfully be angry, Kate,” John answered. “But Mike is Kath’s bitch when Rick isn’t around. Kath made Mike kneel at the end of the bed as she and I fucked. Then Mike ate my cum out of Kath’s pussy. He wanted to suck my cock, but I couldn’t make myself let him. Later, Rick arrived, and Mike watched him fuck Kath, too. When Mike had cleaned Kath up for a second time, Rick let him suck him off as Kath sucked me.

“Kate, Mike orgasmed as he sucked Rick off. He hadn’t touched his cock because Rick hadn’t permitted him to, but he orgasmed when Rick came in his mouth. I saw then that married couples could enjoy sex with others together without jealousy rearing its ugly head. Kath loves watching Mike get it on with Rick, and she wants to watch him fuck you. I want to fuck Kath as I watch you and Mike fuck.”

I had no words, but my answer was in my blazing pussy. The thought of the debaucherous scenes Kath, Siobhan and John had described had me literally dripping my juices onto the floor beneath me. I wanted to fuck Mike. I’d fantasised about it ever since Kath and I had gone away for our weekend. I think I’d mentioned it earlier —the thought of having made love to every member of the Loughlin family had me hotter than a hothouse at noontime in the middle of summer.

“Say something, Kate,” John pleaded.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I crawled over to where Mike and Kath knelt and took Mike’s long, slender cock in my mouth. Kath lovingly stroked my hair as I sucked off her husband.

Rick opened his fly and pushed his cock against Kath’s lips, “Suck slut,” he commanded. Kath opened her mouth and let Rick slide inside.

Siobhan laughed before dropping her tiny miniskirt and grabbing the back of John’s head. “Eat my cunt,” she demanded as she forced her pussy against my husband’s mouth.

I slightly turned so I could watch my husband with another woman for the first time. Instead of freaking me out and making me jealous as I knew it should, it excited me beyond all measure. I lifted my mouth off Mike’s cock and kissed him passionately. Then, holding his head, I pulled backwards, dragging him on top of me.

Kath giggled and turned to offer her ass to Rick. Rick pulled her onto her hands and knees, knelt behind her, and shoved his enormously girthed cock deep into her pussy in one swift motion.

Siobhan clicked a collar and leash around my husband’s neck and led him over to where Mike had pushed my knees back and apart. Mike knelt between my shapely thighs with his long, slender cock poised at my entrance. Siobhan straddled my face and lowered her steaming pussy onto my lips. She tugged on the leash and guided John behind her. Then she lifted her hips so John could push his thick, meaty cock into her cunt. I groaned as I watched my husband’s cock slide into another woman’s pussy and moaned as Mike slid into me.

I avidly watched as my husband’s thick cock sawed in and out of Siobhan’s soaking pussy. Although having Mike inside me felt good, watching John fucking another woman had me on the cusp of an orgasm. My eyes closed, and I lifted my chin. John’s big balls dragged over my forehead and nose, and I began tonguing where he and Siobhan were coupled. My need grew exponentially as I tasted Siobhan’s sticky essence around my husband’s big cock, and I started pulling Mike back into me when he pulled out.

“Let Kate suck your cock, John,” Siobhan demanded.

John obligingly slid out and lowered his hips so I could suck his dripping cock. I moaned around it as I savoured his heavy precum and Siobhan’s divine juices.

“Put it back in me, Kate,” Siobhan commanded.

I regretfully allowed my husband’s cock to slide out of my mouth, grasped it, and pushed the head onto Siobhan’s entrance. Fascinated, I gasped with pleasure as I watched John’s thick cock spread Siobhan’s pussy lips and glide inside her. Watching my husband’s delicious cock slide into another woman was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. That delightful visual spectacle was enhanced by hearing Rick powerfully fucking my best friend and feeling her husband stroke into my flooding pussy.

“Pinch my nipples,” I demanded as I felt my orgasm peak.

Mike chuckled as he slid his hands over my gently curving stomach, gripping my nipples firmly. Holding my breast nubs tightly, Mike pulled them down as he forcefully shoved into me.

“Tell her she may cum,” Siobhan reminded my husband.

“Cum for me, my darling Kate slut,” John crooned as he viciously ploughed Siobhan.

My head tipped back, and I screamed as a gigantic eruption threw me off my orgasm’s peak. My fluttering pussy muscles milked Mike’s long cock, and he groaned as he unloaded into my pussy. He spurted so much into me that it immediately began leaking back out.

At Rick’s instruction, Mike moved, and Rick and Kath crawled across, their coupling never failing, and Kath began eating her husband’s secretions out of my twitching pussy.

“Control yourself,” Siobhan barked as my husband neared his climax. “I have not permitted you to cum!”

John groaned but managed to hold his orgasm off. Siobhan moved forward and then stood. Picking up her light bag, she brought out a strap-on harness and swiftly buckled it into place.

“Fuck your wife,” she commanded.

Kath moved aside, and John slid between my long, toned thighs. He positioned himself against my dripping pussy and shoved roughly inside. His pelvis hit mine with a meaty thump, and then he pounded me. There was no gentle lovemaking. This was raw, animalistic lust. My husband reared up on his hands and used his knees to allow himself to raise and lower quickly. As he drove powerfully into me, my hips rose to meet him, and the room filled with whap, whap, whap sounds as our pelvises smashed together.

“Hold still,” Siobhan instructed.

I moaned my disappointment, but then I saw her head loom over my husband’s back. She moved further forward, and I noticed she held her oiled strap-on cock. Squatting, she placed her ‘cock’ against my husband’s ass, growled, “Take it like the slut you are,” and viciously rammed it into his colon.

John’s head dropped onto my shoulder, and he grunted as Siobhan’s ‘penis’ roughly opened his back passage.

“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt Siobhan push my husband’s cock deeply into me when she shoved into him.

“John and Kate, hold still,” Siobhan commanded as she braced herself on my husband’s steely buns and pumped her ‘cock’ into him. “Look at Kath and Mike,” Siobhan added.

I turned my head and watched Mike slide into Kath’s gaping pussy. Once he was fully seated inside his wife, Mike held still. Rick copied Siobhan’s actions and squatted behind Mike’s firm ass. Squirting some massage oil onto Mike’s ring, Rick smeared it around with his cock’s head and then honed in on the centre of Mike’s rosebud.

“Take it like the bitch you are, you cock sucker!” Rick snarled as he violently shoved his cock into Mike’s ass.

“Gawd!” I moaned at the darkly erotic vision before me.

Siobhan gutturally laughed as she started pounding my husband’s ass, powerfully driving him into my squelching pussy with every thrust.

I stumbled along my climax’s precipice as I delighted in the debaucherous spectacle playing out in and around me. If anyone had commanded me to cum, I’d have orgasmed immediately. No one did, however, so the intensity of my emotions and feelings continued growing. I knew that when I came, I’d shatter into a million orgasming motes that would drift my consciousness into the ether.

John began groaning and grunting on top of me, his ass rising to meet Siobhan’s thrusting ‘cock’. Kath had experienced numerous petite climaxes and, by her sounds, was climbing towards a peak to match mine. Mike’s hips were lifting to meet Rick’s pounding cock just as John’s were for Siobhan.

Siobhan was the only one not near her climax. Rick’s face had screwed up as he concentrated on not coming before his two submissives. Mike seemed almost unaware of his wife’s slippery pussy gripping his slim cock and focused on the thick cock in his ass. John appeared to be delighted with both sensations. Loving having his big, thick cock driving into his wife’s tightly gripping cunt and enjoying having his arse roughly fucked by a Dominatrix’s ‘penis’,

“You’ve forgotten again,” Siobhan growled as my need to cum made me mewl in desperation.

“Sorry,” John muttered before commanding, “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for your man, and he’ll cum inside you!”

My mouth opened, and I sucked a huge breath, meaning to howl my climax to the heavens. However, when my orgasm hit, my entire body locked down, and I couldn’t breathe, let alone scream. Jerking, twitching and shuddering, I peaked many times until my tightly gripping pussy blasted my husband over his climactic edge. He groaned loudly as his thick cock shot his man goo onto my cervix. Feeling his hot seed splashing inside me unlocked my lungs, and I viciously bit my husband’s shoulder as I shrieked through another climactic orgasm.

My shriek released Kath, and she bit Mike hard as her orgasm blasted through her. The sudden pain shattered Mike’s control, and roaring, he spat cum into his wife’s sloppy cunt. His orgasm caused his ass’ sphincter to rapidly clench on and off his dominant’s cock, and Rick groaned as his cock erupted inside Mike’s ass. Feeling Rick’s penis shooting inside him prolonged Mike’s climax, which allowed Kath to cum again.

Pulling out of Mike’s ass, Rick instructed, “Kath, get a washer and clean your husband’s slutty ass and my cock. Quickly before I decide to make you use your mouth and tongue.”

“He never would because that would be disgusting,” Siobhan whispered before she demanded John clean my dripping pussy with his mouth. She then sent him to the bathroom to wash her strap-on.