We sit in the living room and I offer them a soda. After a few awkward minutes of silence, I suggest we play a game of "Truth or dare". I'm nervous, c...use this is where they either get wierded out or go for it. Cindy says sure so we sit in a circle on the floor. We start simple, but after only a few minutes Cindy decides to get wild. Its my turn to choose, and I look at Cindy who is asking, guaging what she will have me do if I choose Dare. I choose Dare cuase I'm feeling hopeful. She does not. Her pussy slurped wetly as I drove in and I felt myself sprayed by her come again.Our hips grinding and our pelvises joined tightly together, fuck me, please,' she gasped as I began to increase length and speed. In the missionary, we fucked for almost an 15 minutes.I lifted her legs up to my shoulders so we could get deeper and now that she was opened to me completely, we started to fuck in every position we could think of. I just couldn't come to a climax but didn't care, I was enjoying making. It didn't last long though, as she again pointed out her husband at the bar. "How did that go?" I asked bringing our drinks to the table. "Oh, it was... whatever," she said giving my arm a light slap. She was actually embarrassed! Wow, he really had her going I guess."Did that make you wet babe?" I joked with her. She just looked down at the table."Maybe a little," she admitted shyly. "I'm sorry! I don't get hit on very often, ya know?" Hey, it's ok babe. It's totally natural. Some hot guy. It almost sounds like children talking or whispering in some magical playground. He towers above me, and breathing a soft sigh, he turns me to face him. So gently, so slowly he draws me hard up against his broad muscular chest. Another fragrance becomes present. The scent of a male. Perhaps he too can breath in my body. My arms creep up and circle his neck and I mold my body to his. Now, trapped between us, is his shaft. It resides in a pocket created by my tummy as I press firmly against his.