“Girls are always gossiping about you guys,” she said as I worked my lotion down her other leg, reaching over her to do it. I slid up towards her ...rotch, staring at that Lycra. I didn’t see any blonde curls peeking out. She must have it bare. I could see her cameltoe. “We know who have the small cocks, the big ones, and the ones that spurt off in five seconds. The guys that go down. Why do you think you get a lot of dates.”“Really?” I asked, massaging her inner thigh.“Uh-huh,” she said, rubbing. They both had goofy grins on their faces. His arms were around her, holding her close."You bastard." Her voice was barely audible.She turned and looked back over her shoulder. Through her tears, she could barely see Alan standing in the doorway, grinning sheepishly.Her blood boiled with anger. Not at Alan. At herself. For becoming so jaded. For giving up hope. She was angry with fate for bringing this man into her life as a paying client. She cursed the day she gave up being a woman and became. It was the biggest cock I’ve ever had! It was also much more intimate than being on my hand and knees being plunged from behind like my husband always does to me.Julian moaned, “Your pussy feels incredible…it’s so fucking tight!” I loved he was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him!He fucked me slow and deep as we kissed and he talked to me so sweetly. He repeated how good it felt to be inside my pussy and how much he has wanted to fuck me. Every word he said and every touch and every. When she looked back at me, her eyes were wanton and challenging. "When we decided to have children, I went off the pill," she continued, "But I kept having sex with Bob and I didn't use protection with him." Bob could be the father of our children?" I said."Yes," she answered. Carol wasn't upset. She was proud."Why?" For the same reason Marilyn and I decided to keep our affairs secret from our husbands. For the excitement, the thrill, the raw, visceral stimulation of being a secret slut.".