He was wearing jeans with a button-fly, and it was obvious he was either a big guy down there or a bit aroused. He put out his cigarette, winked at me...and headed off.I decided to brave the cinema. It was a large room, rows of chairs with wire seats, and a big screen showing straight porn. A big Asian-looking guy was fucking a young blonde girl while immersing his tongue in the shaved pussy of a second. There must have been about ten guys of various ages sitting spaced out among the seats. A few. All of this was drawing us closer and closer, subtly at first and then more noticeably. Her looks at me were longer and smokier instead of just fleeting glances. Unlike the six years before, she now never left the office without directly telling me when she’d be back, “in case there’s any work we need to do together.” She really is smart and pretty and I began to find myself inextricably drawn to her. We are both married but I could feel there was something happening between us that was. I crawled up the bed, taking him straight into my mouth sucking hard on him. Taking as much of him as deeply as I could into my mouth, I then moved up and lowered myself onto his cock, slowly fucking him and grinding my pussy into him. I came twice more before he said, “Get onto your knees.”He knelt behind me saying, “Which hole?” When I didn’t reply he slapped my arse hard saying, “Which hole, slut.”I turned and looked him in the eye saying, “Whichever hole you want sir.”“Good answer,” he. "Krista grinned back. "Sounds good to me," she said and went in search of a bottle, two glasses and a corkscrew.Krysta and Madeleine woke with well deserved headaches the following morning. The rain had cleared through leaving a bright, sunny morning that at least gave the girls an excuse for the dark glasses they put on to spare themselves the worst of the brightness.In Fakenham they fortified themselves with coffee before venturing in to a supermarket. The shop was small by London standards.