Anna let out a slow moan, and then lustily asked me if I was going to fuck her. Tonight. On her wedding anniversary? Hell Yes.A moment later and she w...s bent over my couch with her panties around her ankles. I slid my dick inside her easily, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me, and to my amusement I could tell she was a little loose; that she'd been fucked recently. "Did you fuck him tonight?" She nodded, and practically purred out her response. She'd had anniversary sex with her husband. Doing.”“I am going to fuck you, John,” was her very direct and simple answer.I started to look over at Jenny, and Trish slapped my face and said, “Don’t you dare look at Jenny. Jenny, get out of here and go fuck my boyfriend while I fuck yours.”I heard Jenny laughing and telling Carl, “Come on, let’s go to your room.”Trish started to kiss me again and unbutton her blouse. Trish was a beautiful woman with big brown eyes and stylish short auburn hair and was more buxom than Jenny. I was still. I got dressed in jeans and a casual dress shirt, and she chose something similar, jean shorts and a beautiful summer blouse. We headed out for a small family restaurant by my house for a nice semi romantic dinner. During the meal we laughed about some of our past stories, we talked about the past twenty four hours and how much we enjoyed it, and we talked about our plans for the future…family, work, you know just the usual dinner conversation, well besides the sex experience. After dinner we. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more industrialists, two of middle-eastern appearance,‘We picked up these two bitches,’ said one of our two pimps, roughly pushing us towards the taller of the two middle-eastern men. ‘These are really experienced, high-class call-girls, the best you can get, not your average street WHORE. They’ll do anything, as long as it’s filthy. Our charge is two grand, that’s five hundred for each of you, and it’s cheap at the price.’ I gasped,.