"Because you needed to get away from him," I whispered back while peering with her through the small gap in the curtains, "and we wanted to fuck you t...o."I instantly pulled the clinging bikini top off of Christy as she spun back toward me to do the same to mine. In rapid succession she rolled my bottoms off of my narrow hips before tugging her own down and stepping out of them. We stood naked and exhilarated, our eyes washing over each other's bodies hungrily. Christy's amazing tits were. Dave gently began caressing her nipples still taut from her first orgasm as his wife. He smiled at her kissing her lovingly. "Was it as good for you my wife, as it was for me?' he asked softly. She loved it when he simply called her, "my wife." Two words held so much meaning to her. Two words she never thought she would hear.She replied, "Yes, my husband," sliding back underwater for the next round of many.Later at the lounge, her drinking a pop, him a beer, both chuckled at the bar napkins.. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me, oh fuck."I was grunting now. I wanted this pussy. I was deep into that moistness, and I felt it clenching my prick. She was needing this, I could tell. I fucking needed it too. Yeah, I needed that pussy, and I was taking it. I mean, she didn't fucking object. So I was going to fuck her as much as I could."Please, Jeff, please, of fuck, please, deeper. Rough now baby. Rough. Oh shit, fuck that pussy baby."I kept a tight grip on her hips and fed her all my long cock. I was. I waited for Annie but she didn't show for a longish time. Finally I took the empty mug in and walked to the back of the house to find her. She was lying sprawled out on the bed, her skirt enticingly high, sound asleep with a gentle girlish snore quietly filling the still air of the bedroom. I looked at her legs and felt a stirring in my body but saw the damp spot under her face where her tears had wound up.I felt a lump in my throat and quietly backed out. I wrote her a note:Annie — thanks for.