The next few days was should I or shouldn't I go Saturday morning I still hadn't decided and then I though fuck it am going hubby was away on deployme...t. I got ready showered, hair makeup done dress was figure hugging with a split side and heels and soon out of the train into town. It was just after 5pm as approached the bar the butterflies started am I doing the right thing should I go home eventually I walked in and there he was stood at the bar dressed in trousers and shirt looking very. When I felt it pushed into my back it seemed big. Im waiting, and I'm freaking out. Hes gonna stick his dick in my ass. I'm know it's gonna hurt. I wonder if he's gonna kill me. I don't know what he looks like so he's safe from that. I'll always know his voice though and his smell. My brain is going 100mph when I feel him come up behind me on the bed. He rubs oil all over my ass down my crack. He sticks his finger up my ass with oil on it. Then he's gone again. I feel he is looking at me, I can. Pete slumped across the leather footstool his plump arse beckoning it`s obvious invite, Judy looked up from her doggy friend and seeing me hesitate, said I should take the offer while it lasted, no inhibitions we had agreed and we would try every scenario we could dream up. On the basis don’t knock it till you have tried it I applied some KY, and began to slowly enter my friend to the applause of his wife. The feeling was of a tight grip on my tool as the head slowly slid into his ring, a groan. Her zipper slid easily down the contour of her back. The once skin tight garment fell off her sleek body with no hesitation, coming to rest in a satin clump at her feet. She stepped out of it as I managed to unhook her bra with two fingers. Lowering her arms, she let the sheer covering slide down to her wrists. With a quick flick it joined the beautiful garment that had just covered her exquisite body. Pausing for a brief moment, my eyes admired her backside once again sans adornment. My hands.