Dave looked at me, "Fuck, Gary, you're a lucky guy to have such a slutty wife." As he massaged the inside of Pat's arse with his prick, Pat moaned wit... each push. In my mind, I was saying to myself, 'Slut, he just called my wife a slut, how wonderful.' The name was becoming apt as I watched him, after all, I had just been there a few minutes ago. Pat's moans grew louder as Dave pumped her. I could see cum escaping from Pat's pussy. Then Dave's face distorted, and I knew he was cumming. "Holy. She could see a figure standing at the far end of the room, but nothing more. He was standing in shadow, only the outline of his head and shoulders giving him away. She could see he was tall, 6 feet 3 or 4 inches.This is where your hand finally reaches its slow trek down your stomach. Imagining yourself standing in that door way, seeing the shape of a man, and knowing that before the night is out, you will know him in a much more profound way, and he will know you just as well. Your index. I couldn’t get up coz I was feeling little uncomfortable.” She slowly replied me “oh! I thought you might have enjoyed it. But it’s okay dude” and she went away, giving me a devilish smile.I was thunderstruck at her reply, but I went away quietly. But, something was going on my mind. “Why did she say that??” “What does she mean about it??” “Is it true what I heard and what she said??” I thought that evening like that. Then after the college, I and my friend Vinoth (name changed) took city bus. I had experienced this before, but Mary could move more rapidly and never seemed to pull off too far like others had. There was no pause in her movements. She pumped up and down with long strokes tightening her pussy around my dick on both the up stroke and the down stroke. She must have had a lot of practice doing this with her husband. Of course, I finished well before she had to leave. After removing the rubber, she licked my dick clean. "Still tastes like chicken soup,” she commented before.