I crank the device to the third setting. I can hear a slight hum, but it would not be noticeable to anyone else over the normal din of the restaurant....I want to caress her breasts, but that would definitely be too obvious, so I slip my free hand onto her leg and slide it up her dress. I gently caress up and down her thigh, and I note the feeling of her hips pumping slightly. As I move my fingers up to the panties, I feel the warm wetness, and I envision what it will feel like to slide my hard. ¨¨I can't, I'm sorry, what if they catch us? They would kill me!¨God, I wanted her so bad but something was telling me that it's not good idea. But her handjob was so amazing.¨Please, make me cum like your father does your mother. I wanna cum as hard as her. Please, fuck me¨ She whisperedThat was enough, I spreaded her legs, put my pants down and her panties put on the side and slowly slipped into her wet cunt.She grunt a little and dig her nails into my back.We were under the blanket, kissing. I left a comment that I wished I could get my wife in on one. A few days later, to my surprise, I received a reply from another poster with some tips. We emailed a few times, swapping ideas, and found out that we lived only a few hours apart. I sent him some pictures of my wife, and he thought she was really hot (“in a cute way”) and would love to get in on the action, if there was any. I decided to meet him, and if he was cool in person, see if we could put a plan in motion. He and I hooked up. He returned, quite quickly, and urged, ‘Come on, I ordered room service.’ She nodded, seemed to lack any type of control of everything. The control seemed to have been chiseled away the moment he again stepped back into her life and the bookstore. She felt lost but simply followed him towards one of the three elevators. She entered the elevator with him, her uneasiness continued which kept her silent. Her eyes remained down as the elevator moved upward. She forced herself to ask, ‘Um, when it.