I also had on four inch stilettos, a strapless bra and no panties because I did not like the lines showing in this dress. We were getting pretty drunk...when my husband decided it was time for us to go home. He called uber and it was there in minutes. As we are going home in the uber, my husband decides, he wants to play but we have to be quiet as not to let the uber driver know. My husband pulls up my dress and I am totally exposed if the driver looks back. He then starts rubbing my clit and as. You slide a hand between us, grasping my hardened cock. You position it at your pussy, easing it inside. Feeling you close around me, I groan, and begin to push. Slowly, I slide myself all the way in and hold it there, enjoying the warmth and tightness of you around my cock. Looking into your eyes, I lower my head and kiss you deeply. I slowly start moving my hips, pulling myself from inside you. I stop, leaving just the head in, and hold it there. I look into your eyes again, then thrusting. Me, a bunk, a toilet and a sink and a steel door locked in front of me. I considered myself fortunate.Not even a book. I put myself in the most comfortable position I could find on a wholly inadequate mattress. I played things in my head. Ran through so many happy memories in my life, all the way up to two years ago when I decided to go for a swim after a day at a construction site. That's where I met Cindy. Playing those scenes, those first words, the conversations, the way we came to be. A sudden feeling of relief swept over me and I started to cry.“I love my family,” I said as tears streamed down my face, Robert holding on to my hand.“I know you do,” Robert replied. “That’s why you need some time alone. You need to regroup.”I agreed. I was emotionally vulnerable. I knew it. Robert knew it. I wanted to hate him, because I felt like he was taking advantage of me, but truth be told, I needed some time away and I needed to reconnect with someone who would not be judgmental one.