He let out a moan as I pulled him in as deep as he could go. His eyes locked onto mine and I shook my head up and down coaxing him I said, “Go ahead... baby, fuck me.”My husband began fucking me hard, his ass moving back and forth as fast as it could. He said, “Honey, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.”I replied, “I know, can you feel it.” I noticed the sound. It was the sound of wetness slapping between us that finally sent me over the edge. I grabbed his ass, spreading my legs. Pulling me a bit over, she grabbed hold of my hair and “Then suck my cock you fuckin’ whore” as she now pushed me down to my knees. Reaching up, I took hold of her skirt, pulled it down, reached back up and moving her panty off to one side, took hold of her cock, “So fuckin’ big” I said and I began to lick at her shaft, running my tongue up and down her cock, flicking her cock head, “Oh what a fuckin’ beautiful cock” I said and into my mouth it went. I lost myself in sucking her cock and. We did that last year but I ended up coming home early after I fell out with Diane over something with which I can’t remember, we made up of course after she split from her husband some 6 months ago.I reminded my husband that I was going out on Saturday with Diane, he reminded me of last year and the other times we have fallen out but as ever I did not listen to him.Saturday came; I very rarely went out so had I only had a choice of a few decent clothes, I decide to wear my blue and white. They were all drinking while watching a football game on TV and behaving the way dominant men do."Get me another beer, Faggot!" One of them yelled across the room. He was drunk."Get me one too, Fag." They laughed at me knowing full well I would obey. My skimpy cheer leader outfit and five inch high heels put me in my place among these masculine, demanding jocks. The intimidation was overwhelming. Smacked on the ass every time I walked by. An endearing derogatory slur reminding me of who I am.