I remember making my body very stiff. He had me hold it for what seemed an eternity. Then he suddenly told me to make my entire body limp. I remember ...he feeling was like I was falling through the sky. I don’t remember anything else about what happened on the couch. The next thing I remember is we were in my bedroom and I was sitting on the bed. Mike was sitting next to me. I was clueless about how I got there. I said, ‘Mike how did I get here?’ He replied that I shouldn’t worry about it.. The smoldering heat of fucking while being watched by my husband is intense, and we recently had that experience when a black guy came by our place and fucked me on the couch reverse cowgirl style while I sucked on my husbands big thick cock, moaning and groaning onto him while I was being pounded in and out of my pussy ultra hard. Having my husband with me when I fuck other guys is the ultimate turn-on, knowing he's watching me be a total slut and is totally turned on by those images, it makes. Kissing ferociously as we fucked.It was delicious.And messy.I wondered vaguely if I would be able to get the cum smell out of theroom by the time my wife got home in three days.Then I decided that I didn't care.The best part of my life was not with her.Mr. Flynn and I were going to be better fuck partners than Martha and Ihad ever been.Chapter Six - Party GirlWas I the last person on Earth who didn't know what a pantyboy spunkparty was?It seemed that they were all the rage since an issue of. Melanie was on top of her, leaning her upper body up just enough to let Ilsa have her breast. Ilsa, pretending not to see the blonde woman in the van, brought her hand around behind Melanie and caressed the plump, perfectly formed globes that bulged sweetly from the pair of green nylon shorts. Still licking and sucking at both exposed breasts-Ilsa had pushed up Melanie's top completely now-she deftly slid her finger inside the shorts, wiggling it under the elastic leg hole of her panties..