Her clothes were also on the bed, with her black nylon panty and bra on top. I picked up the bra and found I had been right...the cups were slightly p...dded as I had suspected earlier outside. I walked back over and removed my sweatpants, allowing my throbbing penis to escape. I checked once again to see if she was sleeping, and got not response, so I gently laid my penis into the palm of her hand. She instinctively closed her fingers around it, and I began to thrust very slowly. I quickly. The night went on and 2 times I tried to fuck my wife at the party, once in the master bath and once in the spare bedroom both times we were interrupted. I had her pants down and tits hanging out but access was denied because she wasnt comfortable. With this rejection I lost 2 condoms in the process. As the night went on she drank more and now the topic of my wifes tits came up, she was concerned that she was the fattest girl there but I told her she was the prettiest and Chris made the. “See?!? Another flaw. You get upset when confronted with your own inadequacies. Seriously, though, you’re spending a lot of money on me.”“Worth it, Carlie. Just to have somebody to talk with in the evenings.”“And in the mornings,” I snickered, “AFTER we each have coffee, right?”“Oh, yeah...”I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker until Bob hooked me on the good stuff – home-roasted, freshly ground, French pressed, and on Saturday morning, taken in the screened patio area at ground level. Half the. A few hours later I feel him back in my bed. He is behind me and his cock is hard against my back. He is awake, looking at me, petting my long hair. He pushes me on my stomach and crawl on me. As he enters me from behind he whispers, “I couldn’t wait. I had to have that tight pussy again. Lay still sweet pea, let me get what I need and you can go back to sleep.” He impales me with his cock much more brutally that he did before. There was no sweet words or gentle movements, just a mad man.