" I stood and walked down the stairs. I didn't get to the door. Something pushed me up against the wall, and before I knew it, lips were against mine... Smooth and soft, but the kiss was rough. I wrenched my eyes open--they'd closed in defense to the shove--to see an impossible sight. Patricia was holding my wrists against the wall, pushing her body against mine. She kissed me again, not releasing my limbs. "What's going on? Are you drunk?" I asked when I could breathe again. Patricia. But if you want to call it off, we can." I was trying to explain the motel and maybe tweak her sense of adventure. But it had sounded like she might be wanting to back out. I could feel my dick shrinking as I spoke. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No. I want what I came here for." She stepped forward and grabbing my face pulled my head down toward hers. She kissed me hard and wet, her tongue darting between my lips. I could feel her heavy young breasts against my chest and my dick. It kept insisting that something was wrong. I ignored it. Facts were facts. And soon, I would have all the facts I needed.At home, Alison was already showered and dressed. She said that she would put the finishing touches on when it was time to get ready to leave. In the meantime, I rushed around getting myself ready and we were able to leave right about on time for our reservations.My wife was beautiful; she was always noticed when we entered a room. She was used to receiving looks from. Ever deeper ........... now my cock head was at the brink ... the cervical muscle ... that tightcircle of muscle leading to her vagina ... as my cock head touched it with each thrust the pain of going past it was obvious in her expression, but she wanted it .... she wanted it all. I slowed my pace, looked into her deep beautiful eyes, and pushed my cock head into her vagina gently and pausedto allow the muscle to find the size of me more comfortable. We smiled at thetenderness of.