Perhaps a little information about our relationship, would not go amiss. During our courtship, we had indulged in a little mild naughtiness in public,...but like many marriages, we had settled down into a routine of life that had become a little mundane. We (I) were hoping to break that usual cycle in the coming week. On the journey over, following a bit of joshing on my part I certainly got the impression that Rebecca, my wife was up for it. The first evening we spent over at the farmhouse,. “Old flat?”“The one I got thrown out of last week.”“Sounds bad,” I said.“Well maybe. I needed a change but it’s hard to make decisions, so I figured I'd save the rent, get thrown out, and take it from there.”I must have looked shocked. “Aw, come on,” she said. “It’s not that bad. Things turn up.”“Really?”“Well, you’ve got enough room here… there’s a bed at the back and one over the cab right?”“Yeah, but…”She grinned at me. A slow devious smile wound its way over her face, throwing questions at. She an I came multiple times before we fell spent on the bed. We laughed as she pleaded for a break to refill our drinks.Half an hour later her amazing body was over his, riding him, cumming all over his cock. All I could do was watch. It was exhilarating, she did such a good job. My hands were roaming her body, his hands were in my hair. I came at his command like I always do.When her pussy could take no more our mouths settled over his cock. We couldn't get enough. Our tongues dancing before. I am sure she also felt the heat of my lust.We finally got to her place and once in the door, we kissed passionately right on the other side of the door, our bodies pressed together like young lovers meeting after a long absence. My hands ran through her hair as our kissing intensified. I quickly slipped off her blouse and skirt, again showing off the fullest of her breasts, her slightly exposed nipples encased in the flimsy bra and round butt.Kimberly rubbed my bulge through my slacks while I.