That smell....Damn, I wanted to fuck her so bad. I could barely see her hard nipples in the moon light but they were certainly hard. I pulled down my ...oxers and crawled into bed next to my wife. Put my arm around her and gently kissed her left tit. I didn't get any response right away but after a gentle nibble or two she finally moaned."Mm......Yeah...You know I like my tits sucked." She murmured.I kept working on her tits running my tongue in circles taking a little bit here and there until. At that point I could do almost anything to her, and she'd beg for more.I spat in her face, and she moaned. My cock was making her sore. I decidedto make her even more sore, so I pulled out, only for her to be whimperingand pushing her hips up against me.Then her whimpering turned to cries of pain when I rapidly pushed my cockup her whore ass.I started fucking her ass while her eyes were filling with tears, and Igrinned at her. She whimpered that nobody had fucked her ass before. Ilaughed, and. She knew her friends well enough to know that if Melissa got it in her head there would be no stopping her from hurting the poor hostess. She still refused to tell them her date’s name. She knew it was driving them nuts but, isn’t that what friends are for? It was well after midnight when they all finally went to sleep. When she awoke the next morning it was to the smell of wild flowers and roses. There were two vases each set on the night tables on either side of the bed. Her friends were. I put my boots and wig in a bag and walked the 10 metres from my door to his car. It was the first time I had ever been outside. Once in the car he drove off and said again to trust him. I remember my mouth being so dry.We drove about 40 odd minutes, north out of Manchester. (Looking at a map toady I think it was towards Hebden Bridge). It was out in the countryside. He pulled off the main road and headed up a smaller road, then turning on to a track going through some woodland to a parking.