That night after I had cleaned myself up, he inserted a huge vibrator modeled on his cock right up my cunt and secured it there. The vibrator was prog...ammed to bring me to orgasm gradually every three hours. For the rest of the week he fucked me every day and by Friday I was exhausted. When I got home it was with mixed emotions. I confronted my idiot husband about his gambling and we cut up his credit cards. He promised never to do anything underhanded ever again, and was fawning around me like. " Believe me, its quite mutual."What is there not to get?" She asked coolly, still not meeting his eyes.He scowled at her obscure answer. "You're to good for this desert."She smiled at the compliment. From Ben, they were few and far between. "That's not saying very much." She said lightly.He narrowed his eyes. "You know what I mean." He wasn't in a mood for banter. "You should be hosting tea parties. Marrying some stuck up guy and having rugrats."Ugh. By far her worst nightmare. "Believe me,". A little slowly at first but in less than a minute I was feeling the ridges of my cock slide fully in and out of her through her slippery pussy walls. I have never hear her moan like it ! Like some dirty mouthed whore on heat she was totally exhilarated with being skewered by my big cock so totally and filthily ! Gently rocking to ensure every inch was in, then harder and harder until truly fucking both her cunt and ass she came over and over practically screaming with lust and ecstasy before I. This feels different. Besides, how long had you planned to be at the hotel?’ ‘Two more nights.’ ‘We don’t want to waste those precious few nights then.’ ‘Is there a place we can have dinner?’ ‘I’ve got some salad and 2 turkey dinners in the freezer. Several cold beers too.’ That night had come straight from a romance novel – great company, some dinner, too much to drink, and lots of good sex. Brenda was being good for my soul. I’d not ever known someone quite like her. I don’t know how we’d.