This story appeared in ASSTR's Tented Skirt but has been expanded andcorrected.---Sandra Carter reached across the restaurant table and took her lover...shand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know I said I would leave him,but we both know I can't," she said gently. "As much as I love you Jon,I also have to do the right thing for my family."Jon Murray studied the woman's hand before he answered. "I know it wouldbe hard for you, but we love each other -" We always knew it would be hard,". ..Soon he started breathing more deeply, getting closer I think. I placed one hand under his balls and massaged the area between his balls and anus gently with my oily middle finger... all the time rubbing the very tip of his crown or the underneath of his glans - now with just a single finger, gently making circular motions like a lady rubbing her clitoris... quicker then slower as more precum appeared on the tip. His chest was heaving at this point and I stopped altogether - his fully erect,. There was that smear of satisfaction in her expression, now that we’d completely come undone. “Mmm… show me who owns my slutty little cunt,” she cried. I held her tight, thrusting, driving myself into her with hard wet slaps. “You’re mine, Roxy. You know that don’t you? You’ll always be mine.” “Fuck, yeah,” she whimpered. “I want you in my ass, baby. Fuck, I need it. Please…” I groaned, transfixed on the sheen of sweat along her the serpentine curves of her back as she leaned low, bracing her. We have often spoke about having some kind of swinging fun but never really had the nerve to try, especially as Rob was more keen than me and I just never felt it was the right thing for us. Anyway last year we were going to my Rob’s workplace Christmas dinner with his best mate Gary and his wife Teresa, they said to save messing about we could stay over at their place in Romford for the night if we wanted too. They said only thing is we would have to sleep on the sofa in lounge or blow up air.