I could feel her heart thumping fast and her body was trembling, just like mine. I took her hand too and placed it on my chest.“It seems that we’r... in the same boat. What do you think is happening?”“What, with us? I’m not too sure, Mark. Let’s have some more wine.” We both sat back after she refilled the glasses. We said nothing for a long time, both just absorbing the moment and coming to terms with it. The emotions were unmistakable. We were undeniably attracted to each other. The new. I knelt there wanting to play with myself because I was so fucking hot. SHIT! Did I just say "my husband's little dick?" Gee, what am I thinking? God, I wanted to fuck so bad! I did not want to make love, I wanted to just fuck. I did not dare to take a chance that Peter would discover that I had men's cum coming out of my ass and pussy. I know how mad he gets and I am sure that if he did ever find out about my not being a virgin and that on our wedding day that I had been screwed over 10 times. He looked down at her and smiled. She looked back up at him and ran her tongue from the base of his cock a cross the tender under section to his salty tip. He tasted like raw sex, and she loved it. He gestured for her to stand, and she obeyed. He took her by the hand and walked away from the window toward the couch and ottoman. He stopped short of the both and gestured for her to get on the ottoman. She got down on all fours, like she was supposed to and arched her back, lifting her ass up to. "O.K., are you ready, Miranda?" she asked."Let's do this! So you drink your first beer, and then the second you set it down I can start to drink my first shot?" That's right. But remember, I can't touch your glasses, and you can't touch mine under any circumstance. Got it?" O.K., I'm ready Karen." Shake on it? You promise that you will be my sex slave tomorrow if you should lose, no matter what I ask you to do?" I promise." I shook her hand."1...2...3!" Karen gulped her first beer. She hadn't.