Why anger? I don’t know. So, we were really loosing it until the guy said: ‘we can start it and at any point, I will stop if you guys are not ok.�...� and continued: ‘As a thank you gift, I will pay you $1 per second for the first 30 minutes’ I was calculating in my mind ([60 seconds] x [30] x [$1] ) = $1800) … before I finish, my wife kneeled before him and started kissing his penis. WTF!! She suddenly said: ‘I’ll give you a loyalty discount: $1500 per night.’ He slowly and lustfully replied: ‘If. What we’re doing now is bad enough. Just shut up and fuck me!” Dave tried his best to be quiet; to not talk about what he was fantasizing about. He felt that he could say anything to Cindy. The taboo nature of their relationship allowed him to be open. He shook his head clear and focused on the visual of his cock thrusting in and out of Cindy pussy. He was really deep; deeper than when he fucked her from behind. They fucked for another ten minutes in the same position until they both came. I assured her that she was safe with me (although my inner self was telling me everything opposite). We continued to chat until most of the crowd had moved inside to the ballroom to continue to mingle, dance to oldies and basically set their sights on likely targets. Since my 29 year old companion and I had both driven for hours to arrive around the dinner hour and both of us had worked for at least half a day, we were tired and agreed that we should get some rest since tomorrow was a busy day. ”“You were doing the fucking, remember?”“Yes, but it was your cock that was shoving my insides around until I nearly fainted.”We lay like that for a long time, neither of us talking. She did put her hands on my face and kiss me again and again.Suddenly she raised herself up and looked down at me.“I need to ask you something.”“What?” I knew it was something serious the way she jerked back and said that.“The other day when we were watching your game, I was looking through Gage’s binoculars at you.