They girls welcomed her warmly: "Never mind you will not need those heavy clothes for long." "Oh I think I misunderstood the dress code, sorry." "Neve... mind, a few Vodkas and no one will care."In normal parties Tracey's dress code would have raised eyebrows. She wore a figure hugging full length spandex slieveless dress that looked that she had been poured into it. The top had an inverted heart shape so that the top of her tits and her clevage were well on show. A heart shape at the back showed. I tried to push away from it. "Oh god no... no... no" I cried, panic starting to show. There would be no escape. I was trapped by the head board. I could go no further. "Hey honey... relax... just relax its ok... everything is ok" he said, trying to reassure me. It was like a slow motion movie as the head spread my pussy lips apart and we all watched, transfixed to what was happening. I both felt and saw the head enter, then the shaft slowly vanish, my pussy swallowing it, inch, by beautiful. As he started to come off, I grabbed him by the back of the head to hold him down. Giving him a steely look, right into his eyes, I shook my head, slowly back and forth, and just softly said to him “uh-uh— ain't done yet”. In just a few monets, I cut loose with a strong stream of hot piss, str8 down his throat. He gagged, and choked on it, but I held him firm. I had just noticed that Dustin was still pullin on his dick, but now he too exploded with quite an impressive nut of his own. Prolly. She had regular lovers, regular locations at motels and adult book stores. It turned out that her boss gave her half days off so she could have sexual rendevous. In return, she fucked her boss whenever he wanted her married white pussy.I contacted an attorney, but after hearing his advice, I would loose the house, or half of the house. My savings, she would get half. As the law and courts saw divorce in this state, I was the one getting fucked...not by my wife, but by the state. The attorney.