She would do just the opposite of everything that was recommended on the site. She grabbed a notepad and began making a list:1. Use minimal lubricat...on.2. Start roughly3. Be in a hurry4. Use a massive dildo5. Make sure he's in an uncomfortable position....and so it went. When her list was completed she began to picture the idea scenario in her head. "What is it that makes a lasting impression?", she thought. It took her only a moment, and the answer came to her. David would have to. I glanced up, looking across the room so that I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the other way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck. I couldn't help but to start to move back myself, meeting his rhythm and starting to work his dick closer and closer to my hole. I was really getting into it when he turned me around and started groping my limp little cock through the lacy material of the thong front. "Such a good little pizza bitch". He placed his hands on my shoulders and lowered me down to my knees. I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth. Not the longest cock I have ever seen but definitely not. Little did he know she was filled up with another man’s cum. Little did he know my wife had just been fucked while her husband sat helplessly in a bar.When we got back to the car, I couldn’t take the suspense anymore.“I want you to tell me everything,” I said.She gave me a guilty glance.“Are you mad?” she asked.I took a deep breath and swallowed.“No,” I said, “I won’t be if you tell me everything, I promise.”“Well, okay. So you saw everything that happened in the bar. Then, we went out to his.