“You feel so silky,” he moaned in my ear. Can you forgive me?”
I hugged my husband, wiped away his tear and kissed him on the lips. The guilt rose up; the lust battered it down. The bathroom door banged open and a woman laughed. “I’m going to explode! Why couldn’t I also lust after him? I felt almost virginal when he was in me. Morning arrived far too soon. The head of his cock found my wet hole, just starting to push in, when the bathroom door opened and another man and woman stumbled in kissing and moaning. It was cooling off outside, the sun just disappearing behind the building. He kissed my lips, gently, his hands sliding down my dress to give my breast a gentle squeeze. It wasn’t fucking fair! No, my husband knew how to fuck me, how to hit the spots that made me purr.
