Confusion evident in her voice, Janet asked, “Where?”“I thought we’d go to a restaurant, and then to a jazz club,” Dexter answered.“I ... ...ell ... you mean ... would it be like a date?”“I guess.”“This is kind of unexpected,” Janet said, surprised by his answer.“If you don’t want to go, I’ll understand,” Dexter said rushing his words nervously.Dexter didn’t quite understand why he was asking her to go out with him. Samantha’s comment about her considering him a married man, had gotten to him. So. Stopping by the stairs to the second floor, he listened hard and soon heard the barest sound of voices coming from upstairs.He crept slowly up the stairs, knowing where to step and avoid the loose sections of the stairs that might have made noise.Following the sounds, he found himself standing next to the closed door of one, of two, guest rooms. There was no doubt in his mind what was going on behind the closed door."Your cock is so good!" Filtered through the door. The voice - and moans. He had never experienced anything as exquisitely hot , soft and so wet tightly wrapped around his penis. He looked down at the soft pink folds of flesh that held his cock in a vice like grip. With a loud roaring groan he thrust his hips sinking half of his massive cock into Anna’s tautly stretched sloppy wet pussy. Anna’s mouth flew open but no sound came out. Her knuckles turned white as she tore at the sheets with her fingers. She bit her lower lip so hard she tasted blood. Her hips flailed. Each hard thrust from Bob's cock made my whole body jump on the bed, and my face bounced around. As Bob worked his cock into my ass and I worshiped my Mistress's dripping pussy, I gradually became aware of how turned on I was! I could hardly believe it, but the burning pain in my ass was now turning into something else, a powerfully strong wave of pleasure centered around Bob's hard cock that thrusted deep inside me. With building sexual excitement, I turned my attention back to my Mistress's.