It squirms in her hand and wiggles struggling vainly in the woman’s grip as she smiles down at me.Then she drops it on my belly with a wet thump. I ...reeze trying to suppress a shudder as my eyes widen in horror.It wriggles there, pushing it’s way down, until it is bumping and rubbing at my mound, then it begins to press into my body with firm unyielding pressure. It oozes goo, sticky mucus which begins to make me feel dazed, drifty, horny as it begins to slide deeper inside, pulsing, expanding. Like an addict with a drug. Like I was addicted to him.We were both married, but not to each other. It may sound cruel at first I only wanted to experience his cum dripping down my thighs, though a part of me did fancy him and I just couldn’t resist his charm. He was cheeky, hot and such a big temptation for me.In the office, he flirted with anyone but I believed him when he said he had always been faithful to his beautiful wife, even though his wife was a real piece of work; treating him. " "The clubs?" "Oh my god, you don't know about the clubs? I just automatically assumed you knew about the Masked MILFs." "I know what a MILF is, but I've never heard about any clubs other than the Last Wives Club." "That's just a local name for vanilla married inductees. The clubs are for those of us who prefer kinkier sex. I belong to several. Many of the black card sisters do." "Tell me more." "There are many clubs, mainly to cater to the kinky acts that many married sisters don't want to. He had to drive to Dallas to help set up her extravaganza at Cowboy Stadium and look into how his leg was doing. He should have gone to the VA a month ago. He had called Joyce to have lunch with her and Maxwell. Erin hadn't decided whether to go or not. The closer to the date of her Dallas show came, the less interested she was."And don't get it in your head that Widdle Ewin wants to fuck when we get home," she stated firmly."Okay!" Rick shrugged, as he drove on.This was the first time she used.