I led him upstairs to the spare bedroom as weclimbed the stairs his hands wandered over me. I feltlike a teenager. In the spare bedroom he sat lay me ...nthe bed and lay beside me. I knew that I was going to succumb to my first cocksince my wedding all those years ago. His handscaressed my body lifting my top and bra and feeling mynipples pinching them as they hardened. My hand heguided to his now rock hard cock. My skirt had riddenup showing my panties. He rubbed my pussy through themand ordered. Sue told him we wanted to take things slowly, as we didn’t want to destroy a happy marriage and family, and he thought this was a smart move on our part. He told Sue he’d always respect our marriage and friendship. Sue and I had no doubts on this score. It was just who Francis was, a grieving widower who’d himself been in a happy marriage. To a man like this, causing problems in our marriage who be an insult to his own memories of Heidi and their marriage.Date night finally arrivesI had to. ‘What was that you said?’ He teased, and began to grind against her, his cock rubbing against her slit and her clit. She began to pant, and he felt an extra rush of wetness on his throbbing cock. ‘Please.’ She whispered. He began to knead one of her tits, fondling her nipple as he ground down. ‘Please what?’ He taunted, hoping that she wouldn’t make him wait too much longer, or he would cum right then and there. ‘Dean, please. I need you inside of me.’ She finally gasped out. Dean grinned. There are a lot of things that go on behind closed doors that aren't made public- like our unorthodox methods for getting information out of prisoners. You know what they say: a bit of cum goes a long way, and no crim hasn't buckled yet after our top-secret, 10 hour long bukkake sessions. If 10 hours isn't enough, just rinse and repeat. I grew to love this ritual so much that I would become addicted to watching at home our security tapes of the event, much to my wifes' consternation.Anyway, let.