And before I knew it, she held my dick and placed it exactly in front of her love hole.I pushed my weight forward and ufff..it was warm, it was slippe...y. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Hmmm..bang it, my boy, do it.”I started the movement, and with every move, I could hear her moaning, “Oh..oh..hmm..hmm” in the rhythm matching my movements. I fucked her in missionary for a while until her pussy started to flood. I literally felt like waves hitting my dick.Her orgasm was so huge that I had to. I had a packet in hand, ripping it open and rolling on the condom before negotiating the place between four lovely thighs and aiming for the higher cunt, juicy and ready for me.“Yes,” May exclaimed when I slid into her warm tightness.“I told you,” said Julie.They kissed, silencing conversation.I started slow. It didn’t get much faster. While May rubbed against Julie, she essentially guided the pace. Then she moved off me, and I got the message. I aimed lower and entered Julie. “Fuck her hard,”. You are my wife and a lady, not a whore!" He pushed her back onto her back, climbed between her legs and again took her missionary style again. Again, Mary did not cum. He stroked hard and fast, quickly cumming before Mary had a chance to reach her climax.Their sex continued three times a week, Jim insisting on the missionary position and Mary accepting her husband as her lover. Often after he rolled off her and fell asleep, she reminisced about that night in the black man's car, or that lunch. “Mmmmmm, you like?” she asked, smiling coyly.“Oh course, I like.” I said, reaching down and rubbing her foot.“Well if you’re a real good boy, there’s plenty more to come.” she winked.“Well I guess I better be really good then.” I laughed.We had finished up our meal, when our waitress returned, she had a clean plate in her hand, one with the restaurant’s logo on it. She handed me the plate, along with a black sharpie marker, a smile on her face.“Would you mind?” she asked.“No, not at all..