“Excuse me, I brought you your wine,” he said hating to interrupt the sexual display.“I sorry, we sort of got carried away having some sexy fun....Fifteen years of marriage and I feel like we’re still on our honeymoon fucking our brains out,” she boldly remarked.“No need to apologize to me,” he smiled a glance at her pussy and placing the wine on the table.“I bet you have seen all sorts of sexy stuff happen in here.”“Apparently not enough,” he joked.“Then you wouldn’t mind if my husband continues. "I did and got naked quickly. He joined me in the back and got behind me. I was on all fours and my face was planted on the floor of the back seat. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart. His cock was surprisingly hard and he entered my ass after spitting on his hand and crudely lubricating the head of his cock. I figured it would take him forever to screw my ass and cum but the thought of getting anal must have sped up the process. Within two minutes, he was already building towards. I leaned as tight to him as I could and caressed his stubbly cheek with one hand and moved up his arm with the other. The stubble felt rough against my hand, but I enjoyed the ‘rugged’ feel. Jeff had pulled me close with a hand at my back, but was not trying to touch me in an intimate way. He just held me as we kissed and I thought that he was having regrets so I pulled back from him. I tried to express my concern over his regrets with my eyes because I did not know how to ask. Finally finding. So why did I fall for him? How could he do that to me? Most of all, how could I love him and hate him at the same time. The memory seeps through me and all the pain from that day came flooding through. I could not stop the tears from falling, this was the first time since it happened that I had the opportunity to feel real emotion. The pain I endured that night hit me hard. I willed the tears to stop but the stubborn tears wouldn’t subside. I curled up as small as I could, drawing the covers.