We started chatting on hangouts.One fine day we banged into each other at the exit of the company premises and we both were about to leave for the day... I asked if I could drop her home to which she responded positively. This was step 1 successfully done. The next day, again i dropped her home with a twist, we both went out for a while and then home.That day onwards, we became more comfortable with each other and In office we started talking about sex and about sex life. She said “I don’t have a. I glanced over to the clock: something to 8. “Don’t forget Rule Number…” I tried to remind him “… ONE!” I squealed as he slapped his cock in me all the way to the hilt with one, mighty stroke. Mentally I started chastising myself again. I was now ready to scoop it all out of my pussy and eat it. I wanted him to come inside my pussy! He started kneading my bum again – which I adore! He got harder and stronger as his thrusts continued relentlessly. I went to work on my tits, pinching the nipples. It could have been her distraction from being in Maxwell’s presence or simply an oversight on her part. But whatever it was her step backwards brought her a little closer to the edge of the pool than was comfortable. She broke away from his gaze forcefully and took a step forward without looking. She gave a shriek as she realized too late that there was nothing but space underneath her feet. Mouth open wide she disappeared into the pool. Maxwell had only just arrived home. His mother’s Soirees. Like I said before my wife is a cute little blond but Arlene is a olive skinned black hair beauty. Once we were inside she turned to me and said "Dan can't know anything about John, not a thing. Maggie thank you so much for your help, your a true friend." So what the fuck I'm I swiss cheese? We ate dinner that Arlene had cooked and as we sat back having some wine which I noticed Arlene drinking more of then I have seen her drink before, my wife said "Maybe you two should try getting to know.