She tweaked at his nipples, and even slid a hand between their tummies so his cock had to slide between her fingers.She was gasping a little with each...thrust, and her legs were tugging at him, as if trying to pull him deeper. Her eyes glazed over, she gripped his bottom, and arched up into him, every muscle in her neck standing out. He could dimly feel her pussy clamping down on him in squeeze after squeeze."God, I love that feeling," she got out when she relaxed. She leaned up and kissed him,. Hell, they both did. "Oh Christ! Damn . . . damn . . . damn, damn, damn!" She felt tears burn the corners of her eyes, her breath ragged and helpless. He must have been enjoying her reactions. "Shut it up, bitch!" He said, tugging harder on her hair. "Take. The. Dick!" He punctuated each word with a hard, quick thrust, turning her noises into sobbing moans, ecstasy tingling every nerve in her body. "That's right, slut. Take it." His thrusts became harder, deeper, and faster.. I got off the couch and kneeled in front of her, She raised her pump up and lightly put the pointed toe under my crotch, while sliding her skirt up higher on her thighs. “She said, you know, its been a while since I have ran into a shoe boy, your cock is so hard right now I bet I could get you to do anything if I wanted too” She told me to stick out my tongue, which I did, then she ran the bottom of her pump and the pointy toe all over it, all the while telling me what fun she was going to have. Unfortunately, we failed to establish boundaries and ground rules on how far I could take this.Our issues started when I met an older wealthy man in his late 50s named Robert who I got sexually involved with. Robert would regularly spoil me with gifts and take me to expensive places to eat and shopping sprees. When my husband found out about this, it rubbed him the wrong way. He felt I was being a gold digger and only in it for the money. Perhaps he felt insecure that he was never able to buy.