I had a small party to get to know the neighbors and twenty or so people showed up. Most had kids, and it appeared that everyone was on the young side... mostly twenty to forty. I found the married couple; living next to me was already having marital problems. The ‘girl’ in their partnership was a total bitch. Her name was Teresa, a pretty redhead with long legs and a really nice ass. Her husband, Albert or ‘Big Al’ as the neighbors called him, was a real nice guy, and pleasant to look at. He. So, shopping complete, I invited him back to mine for a spot of lunch and we jumped on a bus. The bus was mostly empty so we headed to the upper deck and plopped down on the front seat directly above the driver and beneath the concave viewing mirror that all buses seem to come equipped with nowadays. It had been a lovely morning; I was feeling very happy with both the world in general and Stephen in particular so I snuggled my freshly coutured body up against his, rested my head on his shoulder. Take this whore." He was slamming hard into the wall. He was slamming it so hard I thought the wall would give. I heard him moan and he shot a huge amount of sperm deep inside of me. He pulled out and said "you fucking whore." I heard him zip up his pants and walk out.Within a minute or two another person came in. This guy must have knelt down, because he started to lick my clit, and my labia.I moaned and said softly, "Please, please fuck me."He took his time, but he finally did as I asked.. I found the files and placed my car keys right on top of them to be absolutely sure that I wouldn't forget them again. Then I made my way to the bedroom. I wasn't trying to be particularly sneaky or anything, but I guess she was already occupied because my wife clearly hadn't noticed I had come home and she also didn't notice when I poked my head around the door frame of our bedroom. I on the other hand was unable to not notice something wrong, very quickly.There, on the bed where I had left.