Anyway after the first few months together we had tried every vanilla position and location and frankly we needed a bit of a lift in our sex lives.Now...Pat had a friend at work called Mary, and this big busty blond was a bit of a dyke, though I in all innocence didn`t realise that at the time.She came to tea one evening and things took a turn for the worse [or better dependant on your POV] after the after dinner drinks took a hold and I quietly dozed off in front of the fire. Pat and Mary sat on. I sat politely, but had no intention of taking the job.After a second glass of wine, I was feeling very tipsy, and Mariasuggested we go try on dresses.We went into a room that was actually right out in front of the motel bythe parking lot. She closed the door and opened the closet. She told meto pick a dress that I thought would fit. I did and she ushered me intoan extremely well lit bathroom. That first dress was much too big. I'mnot very large and that dress looked like a blanket on me. It. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would never allow you to admit it to yourself, but it was a truth as undeniable as the sky being blue. You had fantasies of a different life for yourself. A life that didn't revolve around. He was also giving it to me a lot harder than the first time; almost hitting bottom every time. I didn’t have to ask/beg for it harder and deeper; I was getting it…damn was I ever getting it! I did have a few little cramps but that’s normal and, they went away pretty fast. They swapped again when his buddy said that he was ‘ready’. He’d been standing there watching and stroking his cock. Once he get started again he asked, “We can cum in you – right?” there was no debate I croaked a squealing.