His cock continued to grow into the largest I had ever seen. It was solid in my hand now with a thick tip. My excitement rose even more at the thought...of being his first. I sucked on him a little more, then took the condom out, opened it, and rolled it over his lengthy shaft. “I bet your friends aren’t getting this lucky right now,” I said as I slid my panties off. “I don’t care what they’re doing right now,” he said, obviously more interested in me. I carefully straddled his lap and reached. Now my mother had packed me some but wanting to “Fit in” with Michael I said “Never wear them”. We chatted for ages about nothing in particular until suddenly the door slowly opened. In walked Bev wearing a long loose Tee shirt. Michael’s face lit up and he looked over to me (we were in separate single beds, separated by a small bedside cabinet). “If you show her your cock she’ll flash you her pussy” he said to me with the biggest grin on his face. I looked over at Bev, she was standing at the. She was enjoying the resultant hypnotic state when she suddenly became aware of a presence in the room and an overwhelming feeling that she was being watched. Startled, and assuming that it was her husband John who had crept back into the house she sat bolt upright. There was no sign of anybody there. “John?” She called out. “Are you back?” She said, noticing that her heart was pounding. John didn’t reply, and a quick look out of the window proved that his car was still missing. He was clearly. I didn’t love him. I loved Sam. Good as the sex was the reality was sinking in now. I was a filthy cheating slut. “Hey, you really are very sexy,” Gerald said and gave me a smile. “I loved making you come. Thanks for letting me.” “Yeah. OK. Well, thanks for fucking me I guess.” He left to join my husband at the grill and I went the other way to go back inside and pout about what I had just done to my husband and best friend. Those stupid fucking fantasies and stories had driven me to it. I felt.