Peter gagged when he felt the saliva and semen mixture being forced into his mouth, pulling away shocked that his wife would be so bold. He looked around and found the T-shirt she took off and immediately spit what wasn't swallowed accidently into the shirt, wiping his mouth, before giving an angry stare at Eva.  Jim's chuckle was just like adding salt in the wound.  Not to mention how rock hard he got, and how his cock stood at attention and easily slid inside Eva with out the help of his hands, or having to focus on keeping it hard.  Something Peter always struggled with.<br/><br/><strong>"Umm, Shouldn't you use a Condom..."</strong>Peter begged, but it was too late, Jim had pushed his massive meat into his wife's waiting pussy, and the knot in his stomach clenched down tight, his heart sunk.  Feeling light headed, he grabbed the post of the bed to steady himself, as his conscience told him he shouldn't put up with this. He should break this up, it wasn't right.  Part of him told him to leave, that watching it was condoning it.