The next week Karl and I set up a date to get together when we knew Dave would be at work. Karl took an afternoon off and made slow sensual love to me...all afternoon. I loved it especially since we were making love in the bed that Dave and I share. When Karl spotted the picture of me and Dave at our wedding on the bedroom dresser he became a little upset. I told him to fuck it and that those wedding vows didn't mean anything to me. Karl sort of chuckled and said that's a good idea. I asked him. Her smooth asshole was so fucking tight. I fucked her for a while but she said that it hurt too much. Then she wanted to fuck me! I couldn't believe that I was going to get fucked too but it was so hot that I couldn't resist. She entered me missionary and it hurt a bit but we each took another hit of poppers and she slid ritght in. She was fucking me for a while before I realized that she had taken her condom off. I was a bit nervous, but it was so hot I let her keep going. She was pounding my. It slipped easily inside, her vagina feeling hot and welcoming, and the walls gripping me as she exhaled in my ear, “That feels so good!”I normally don’t like the missionary position. I find it too uncomfortable and limiting, and find myself unable to stimulate my partner any way other than running my hands along her sides, pushing against her pubis, and pistoning in and out of her cunt.But this time, all either of us wanted was to move slowly together, in an unhurried dance, worshiping each. “Go ahead. Give it a try.” I lifted her hips and went in as far as I could go and savored the sensation of moving in a circular pattern until, having enjoyed it to the full, I let myself cum. Altogether, we joined our bodies four more times. At the end each time, Anthea would lie in my arms trembling slightly, and release a long sigh. After lying still for some time, I heard a clapping sound. “Well done brother, to think you were able to make the mighty slut Anthea to cum.” The voice was from.