Here we were, walking the streets of Seattle, eating from food trucks, drinking coffee at her shop, going back to her place to make love. Eat, fuck, r...peat. 24 hours to jump.It was as if someone was speaking through a megaphone into my eardrum. Elena had gone to the shop. I was in her kitchen, making a sandwich, and nearly fell down when the announcement came.I had completely forgotten that I had to go back. The last few days had been bliss. Being with Elena had been the best thing I had ever. In no time she cummed, crying out with pleasure. That was his cue.He stood up. Taking the bottle of oil, he poured it over her asshole, forcing it open with his fingers and pouring a good amount inside.Snow was becoming nervous. "When I'm finished with your asshole, Snow, you'll beg me to fuck you there first next time."Well oiled for his pole, he straddled her upturned ass. Unbeknownst to him that his wife was still watching and pleasuring herself with anything that was on hand (now it was. He knew what she liked and, as he pushed the mammoth device in and out he angled it so that it slid over her throbbing clitoris. Her hips began a rhythmic undulation and she thrilled to the feel of pressure that pervaded her lower body. Her hand covered her mouth as the first electric shocks of her orgasm engulfed her and then she convulsed silently as successive waves of climax washed over her loins.Mike withdrew the dildo from his wife's still pulsating pussy and as soon as he did so she. “ Holy cow, she’s almost as nasty as Mrs Higgins”Now she was hurt, “ Almost?” she pleaded.Franny was never the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree and this drug was really brining out the most naïve part of her. The boys laughed at her childlike indignation.“ Tell you what *Mommy*, how about you come over to my bed and let me titfuck you while James fucks you from behind”A shiver ran through her. Yes, she wanted this, but she was cheating on her husband now. What could she do, But her.