I quickly lifted her off of my cock and pushed her down to the hay covered wooden floor. She was on her back with her legs spread wide apart, her swol...en, juicy pussy so open to me. I got down on my knees between her legs. Our eyes locked on each other.“Take me! Take me! I'm safe.”“I am, too!” I shouted, unworried because I'd had a vasectomy.I was crazed. My throbbing cock about to explode. Her screaming urged me to fuck her brains out. I reared back and with one hard thrust filled her tight. The entire time I payed attention to Alex on the left of me, how Alex leaned into me to whisper what movies looked good enough to see and what ones sucked, how his closeness made me shiver slightly. This man wasn’t making any moves and we were already half-way through the movie. The realization was beginning to sink in that this wasn’t a date, he just asked me as a friend. I felt beyond stupid thinking otherwise and since I had already ignored the first part of the movie, I ignored the rest of. It was something special.He hooked Girl’s left leg, folded it across, and went for it.“NO!” Her.“Bullshit!” Him.Me? Got off my ass and stood stock straight as a sort of citation to this ritual act of intercourse. The energy in that room was incredible.“Give it to me then, Tommy! You hit me, now fill me!”That did it. He locked up and loaded Katie-Girl. His sack pulsing like an airbag that an anesthesiologist employs. Do you know what I mean?Once he’d emptied inside my wife he gently brought her. Unlit candles stood on either side of a festive display of fruit. The table was laid for two, his simple Corelle set carefully.The apartment was clean, spotlessly so. He walked through the place admiring it. No more mold in the bathroom. His shirts ... even his T shirts ... ironed and hung up. He opened his dresser drawers. She had folded his underwear for him, sorted his socks. His closet was now sorted by color.She stood in the living room nervously. When he returned, she looked at the floor.