I responded by quickening my already furious pace. My head started to spin as I began to come inside my wife's pussy. I pulled out and collapsed next ...o her. As she grabbed a tissue and started to wipe up she said, "Seeing how much you just came, I should show you what it is like to fuck a real 'loose slut' some time."I told her that I would like that and the idea was forgotten the time being. A few months passed and my wife was nearing the end of her "horny" time of the month, which was. W was wearing a cream and blue/red check shirt. I handed W a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on the homemade labels. We looked through the kitchen window as he asked whereabouts I had parked. I noticed there were two or three mounds of brown earth upon his lawn – moles he confirmed, tunnels heading towards and beyond the crab apple tree which was heavily laden with ripe fruit. The brew was made. " She was smiling now, seeing the effects her words were having on me.We parked. There was only one other car there and we saw a couple walking hand-in-hand along the shoreline."I hate to change in the car; know of any good places we can go?"She nodded, then led me to a secluded cove in the sand dunes."Is this...is this where you and Mr. Z did it?"Her mouth dropped. "You know him?"I said yes. "But it's all right, hon, you didn't know he worked with me. He didn't know you either." I began to. We rolled around the track under yellow, track officials guiding us to start low on the track, then moving up the banking slowly with each lap as our wide tires helped turn greasy mud into sticky mud. I made mental notes of how I thought I should try to run the track under green flag conditions, where I should enter the turn and where to get back on the throttle hard on exit. The track was rather smooth, wide and the straights were much longer than I had anticipated. I also marveled at the lack.