.. so I'll go into a little more detail on what happened the last time..... my husband said I would find going with a stranger to be some of the best ...ex I had ever had, and he wasn't wrong. The vivid memory of my first passionate kiss as I sat next to him in the back of his car, the feel of his hands on my breasts, it took a little nerve for me to start feeling his cock through his jeans but as soon as my tongue was in his mouth and my hand was on his erect cock, I was well away in the throes. You can say things you normally would not have the nerve to do in person. I then told him that I was bi and he sounded interesting. Every conversation would start out professional then turn to sex once our work was done. More and more often I was shutting the door to my office so I could stroke my cock through my pants. He would do the same. One time he even removed his cock from the confines of his jeans and beat off under his desk. About twice a year a meeting was held in Toronto to review. Then, when his face was level with her loins, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her pubic mound. His lips seared lewdly through and into the nakedness of her overheated skin. She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her flesh and the goose bumps rise all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her body.Oh no! I can't do this, she thought, helplessly, and turned panic-stricken to run into her private bedroom, seeking sanctuary. It was her domain, hers. I reached under her shirt to grab her breasts, which up to now I had been ignoring. Her nipples were hard, and I grabbed one in the fingers of each hand as I cupped the dangling mammaries for leverage; taking control of the pace as I began to slam into her back passage, over and over. “Oh god! Oh god!” she screamed over and over; then, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I felt her muscles contract around my shaft and lost it, dumping a full load of spunk into her spasming rectum. “I can feel it!” she.