UUUH..UUUH," my animalist groans, feeling my large hands dig into her hips as I held her steady while I slammed my hips aganist her ass, shoving my co...k as deep as I could. It was best not to fight me, the pain nowhere near easing. I rammed at her harder and harder, my pendulous scrotum noisily slapping against the wet, swollen lips of her vulva, as I violently impaled her tender cunt. She groaned. " UHH...OHHH...FUCK...FUCK...YOUR...COCK'S...SO...OHHH...FUCKIN'...HUGE!"She could feel the thick. "Who is it?" came the reply from inside"Room service, extra pillows. Please open up," I replied.The door opened and there stood my husband, Don, in his undershorts."Linda, what are you doing here?" he said, very nervously.I pushed open the door and in the middle of the bed was a young woman maybe thirty years old."You son of a bitch! You damn son of a bitch! If you wanted out of this poor excuse for a marriage, all you had to do was ask."I turned around and with him saying something to me, I. After 45 mins you begin to relax enjoying the freedom of being outside with no cloths and being used as a beast of burden by a naked woman you have never met before. Before long though you see that you are approaching another intersection. This one has a general store with cars parked out front as well as a few horses hitched the the railings. The faint stinging you feel in your ass prevents you from slowing down again, but you are very worried about what is going to happen. If the police get. I slipped a finger between them, opening them to the wind.I moaned as the breeze seemed to move inside me. Wild sensations moved from my pussy to my clit, feeling as if a thousand tongues were devouring me. I massaged my swollen clit button with the tips of my fingers, intensifying my pleasure. The cold wind would have lowered my temperature. Instead, I seemed to be growing hotter. My body burned with lust. As I imagined that my naughty husband was there, touching me.His soft lips brushing on.