."Now, you motherfucker..."I heard as I hung up the phone. I smiled up at Sally and went to her with my arms open. I had a bad feeling I was going to ...eed all the love and support I could get my hands on. Sally must have sensed my need for her comfort and love. It was a 'nothing' day.I think she wondered why I cried when 2:00 came.I got to the anonymous building downtown at 2:20. I waited outside the door, in clear view of the security cameras for 15 minutes. It was too much hassle for them to. Not least the way The Boss was moaning. There was another sound too. The sound natural lubrication made when cock pummelled into cunt. “Loving it, ain’t ya, ya little tart,” the man panted.The door to the toilet was opening. A new man entered, who might have been the twin of the other, except he wore a beard. He went straight up to where the pair were rutting and grabbed hold of one of the Boss’s tits. “And here was me thinking you was one of them urban myths,” he said.As he spoke, a third man. ’She laughs. ‘There are no fucking dog walkers!’ She dives onto the bed grinning. ‘There’s nobody out there! It’s seven am. And the neighbors are so old they can’t even see this far.’I smile affectionately and tell her: ‘I love you.’She kisses me.I think she has always been secretly turned on by exhibitionism. We had a lot of outdoor sex in the old days. In some very public places. These days she claims she didn’t know that it’s i*****l. She says that I ought to have told her. But she still. There was a long ribbon of semen hanging from it down to the blanket. James reached down to my panties and grabbed both sides, then in one swift motion he tore them right off me. I wasn’t expecting this and it startled me, forcing a squeal to leave my mouth, but it excited me even more. James eased forward so that his cock was hanging right above my stomach. He lowered his balls to my clit and laid his shaft on my stomach. He then looked at my hubby, “see how deep I’m going to fuck your little.