Come back with me to the bed." I stood there panting with anxiety and still feeling very afraid. I wondered whether to run, cry, or try to apologiz... for my wrongdoing. While I was lost in my pondering reflection, Bev actually smiled at me. With that, she led me back to the bedroom. She sat me on the bed and sat beside me, still holding my hand. I tried to blurt out an apology, but I could only stammer. Bev now took my hand into both of hers. She just stared at me. To my surprise, she. She did admit that she had been drinking on a date,had ‘gotten carried away’ and that her boyfriend hadactually fucked her -a little bit ‘ she said. My minddwelled on the fact that she had been intimate withboys before me, and I was curiously aroused by thethought; I allowed my imagination free reign. Wellinto our marriage, I fantasized about having athreesome with her and my best friend, and evenproposed the plan to my wife, but she expressed shockat the suggestion and flatly. As I walked back in the bedroom I quickly started to search for panties. There was a small pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and trousers.I then went over to the clothes hamper in the corner, surely there would be some in here....Nothing! Just a shirt. This can’t be happening I thought to myself.Just as I thought that my luck was out and it wasn’t going to be my day, I spun quickly round to see a small pair of jeans on the. I held still a moment and then started fucking her quickly using long strokes, occasionally sliding my cock all the way out and rubbing the head against her protruding clit. She cried out as her hand slipped off the nightstand and we almost fell. She resumed holding the wall and shoved her skinny little ass back against me. I screwed her wet cunt like an engine, pounding into it hard and deep for a long time, finally bringing her to a noisy climax! She was so wet after her orgasm that her cunt.