“Smile.”
Amanda gave one of her beatific smiles as Philip took her picture and sent it to me with a brief message. Then he laid her phone back on the table. My wife’s pussy was already wet with anticipation as she looked at Philip ravenously. “I think I need a bit of an appetizer before the main course.”
“Oh?”
“Take off your pants and let me take you into my mouth.”
Philip didn’t require any more urging. His pants hit the floor, and his cock sprung into view a moment later. It was smooth and cleanly shaven, just the way I had told him Amanda preferred her man-meat. Amanda opened her jaws, and Philip cleanly thrusted his shaft down her throat.
Since my wife’s wrists were tied behind her back, all she could do was slide her head back and forth on the wiry man’s erection. As she sucked him off, Philip removed his shirt until he, too was completely naked. Then he gently cupped her face to hold her head still as he slowly face-fucked my wife.
Philip enjoyed my Amanda’s throat for a while until, with near-superhuman willpower, he pulled out. Taking a fork, he stuck it into the plate of spaghetti, and rolled several strands around the prongs. Then he brought it to Amanda’s lips and carefully fed it to her.
“Mmmm….delicious. This sauce is divine. My compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you,” Philip told her, and he happily fed my bound wife some more. As he brought more spaghetti to her lips, the food suddenly fell off the fork, first landing on her chest then splattering onto her lap, leaving behind a saucy red mess on her tanned skin.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Philip quickly apologized, reaching for a napkin. But he looked at the spaghetti sauce adorning Amanda’s right breast and tummy, and her thighs, and his cock elevated noticeably. He put the napkin back down, leaned in, and licked the food off my wife’s chest. Philip looked up at her to gauge her reaction, and Amanda smiled at him. That was all he needed. He licked further down her body, cleaning the splatter of red sauce around her navel with his tongue, and moved further down to eat the sauce off her legs.
Without a word, Philip reached into the pile of spaghetti with his hand and began smearing more red sauce on my wife’s body. First he streaked some across her chest, working down her body, and even tossing some pasta into her lap. The tall Asian man took another handful and kissed my wife again, shoving his tongue down her throat and then sucking on hers, before pulling back and smearing more sauce all over her face.
“Not in my hair!” Amanda warned with a giggle.
Philip picked up her phone again. “Your husband definitely needs to see what he’s missing.” He snapped another picture of my wife, smiling and covered in food, and texted it to me.
He bent towards my wife again, licking and kissing her body clean once more. Philip spent an ample time around her tits, moving up to kiss her again, letting Amanda taste the sauce on his lips and inside his mouth. Philip wasn’t finished cleaning her yet when the cell phone vibrated on the table, indicating the arrival of a text message.
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