You could hear the loud plopping sound as her hips slapped against my ass over and over and over again. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down d...e to the force of her movements. Oh fuck, this was extraordinary! Why had I never acted on this fantasy before?I wanted the fucking to last forever. My wife continued calling me her little slut and a cock whore as she pounded away at my ass. The verbal abuse was just as exciting as the physical. But as much as I wanted this to continue, my penis. At first it was like Davisons, a good place to go after you met someone, but eventually it became cruisey. No one seemed to go there for reason other than to cruise. The management took the stall doors off, but that didn't have any impact. I remember being in the first stall once, and this stanky guy being in the other stall, and I was not interested in him, but I didn't want to leave. He would stand up and go to the front of his stall and wave his nasty dick at me, but I would just cover. It was a figure of a man. It was the image of a man she knew. A man she’d loved. Years ago. Who had died. Ben.“Congratulations...” he said.Kimberly knew she couldn’t be that drunk. She walked over by the bed and shook her husband, but he was quite unconscious. He didn’t wake up.The figure spoke. “No reason to be upset, Kim, I really just called down to say hello. And congratulate you...”“What is going on?” Kimberly shouted. “WHO ARE YOU?”“I’m Ben Winter, we used to date? I really liked. I was very quickly aroused by the way she was trying to be so discreet but yet never stopped when another guest walked through the room. She sank into the tub in front of him and looked at me several times before she put her mouth on him and then started to take him in her mouth. Unexpectedly I was extremely beside myself and energized by watching her suck a black guys dick. He was really feeling the joy as well as she was picking up the pace with her head bobbing in n out of the water. I.