One evening it was raining hard, unusually stormy outside and Veronica did not want to drive 45 minutes home so she stopped by Helen's house and spent...the night, to sleep in the living room.I had my own room and felt kinda bad Veronica had to sleep on the couch. I had a queen size bed and decided to make a move after Helen went to bed. Veronica was going to leave early in the morning anyway so Helen wouldn't even know. I wait until everyone settles down for bed to brush my teeth. I walk by. And we have a marriage built on respect and communication that is stronger and more loving than it's ever been. Or in short, "no hubby's were harmed, at least not permanently, in the living of this fantasy".My hips move again.*Slap" harder this time. Not playful. And with a sting that echoed."You just can't listen, can you?" Her hips moving in little circles with me inside her.*slap* and that smile, that wicked sexy smile.I was in a daze. My mind wasn't really functioning. So my memory of the. She squirmed under me. I feared that she would move us too near the edge. Her arms were no longer around me. Mrs. P’s hands were firmly planted on each side of the enamel box with her legs drawn up to her side. This combination allowed her to buck and push back hard with my every lunge. I tried to kiss her but I was unable to catch her head which was turning from side to side to my lunge cadence. I stopped abruptly. Her head stopped moving, and she dug her heels into my hips as if to give me a. He never went too fast or too deep. Just enough to get my wife really hot and bothered. It was when her hips started to fuck his fingers back that he finally spoke.“What is my name?” he asked and this time my wife didn’t answer. Her eyes were drowning in his, I could see the pools of tears in them from across the room. His lips descended to hers, giving little nips and licks but she couldn’t look away, couldn’t pull from him. “Give me what I want.” he was crooning to her.“M-master.” I.