Rosalinda welcomed me with open arms with a passionate kiss in stockings and slippers; she sat on my legs while I caressed her thighs veiled by nylon;...a big ass and tonic made her appetizing and sexual attraction even if at first she wore underwear that did not highlight it. In recent years having exhausted the previous relationship, I was able to deepen with her, explaining and rationalizing our relationship without hindering ourselves with jealousy due to the fact that it is married. She's. He pushed back now, sat himself on hands and knees, and grabbed his hips. He wiggled them, seemingly teasing me, knowing what was coming. His coyness came to an abrupt halt when my wife grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his face into her pussy, then wrapped her legs around his head. In this position, I fucked him. He moaned, moving in the rhythm. He felt amazing, tight, and I felt I was close to orgasm. I wanted this to feel personal. I slid out of him, and from between my wife’s thighs,. I went into one of the lean-tos, grabbed a mattress and with Brandi following, I walked over to the raised platform and threw the mattress on it. I then looked at Brandi and said, “Well, what do you think? This place is perfect. It’s quiet, it’s warm, it’s outside and it’s deserted.”She looked around and I could see, by the look on her face, that the idea of getting naked and fucking there was turning her on too. She then, quicker than I could imagine, removed all of her clothes and climbed. I hear him approach, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the dream is finally happening. He stops in front of me, and shyly, I look up, slowly, carefully. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes glitter in the darkness, but he smiles, the smile I know so well. It reassures me, it’s him, but at the same time my heart jumps to my throat. It’s.