It was an easy way to gauge his interest and I suppose mine as well. I was unusually at ease considering I was talking to a stranger about my sex life...but it felt comfortable and judgement free so I went with it… He was open and accepting of everything I said, I clarified some things and he did the same. We went back and forth talking about sex, about my husband, about what we knew of wife sharing.At a lull in conversation I mentioned that I was gonna grab another glass of wine and I offered. You slowly kiss my neck as you suddenly thrust three fingers into my pussy, making me gasp as I grip your shoulder. You revel in my gasping and shove your fingers harder and faster into my pussy, my moaning sounding in your ear as you nibble and suck on my neck and ear. You start to slow up on fingering me, going slowly and start using your whole hand, rubbing my clitoris and occasionally going into my pussy. My breathing is still hot and heavy, sweat slightly running down my forehead. You pick. “OK slut-girl, now put these clothes on!” came his next order. Out of his bottomless canvas bag came a pair of very short bright white nylon shorts, and an almost matching tank top that had been roughly cut off so it ended just at my nipples. Across the front, emblazoned in hot pink, were too words: Too Hot” I put the clothes on, trying to keep my piss-stained underwear from showing under the flimsy shorts. There was also the matter of my erection. The abuse he was showing me was a tremendous. It took several tries, working back and forth to lubricate my finger in her plentiful juices, but soon I was able to slide it all the way up inside her. Erin helped by spreading her thighs wider and pushing back with her hips when I pressed my finger inward. When I got it all the way inside her cunt, I rolled it around, circling her cervix with my fingertip and pressing against the sides of her tight, clutching pussy."Oh, baby," Erin whimpered. "That's the spot. Right there. Right in there!".