Now, however, you are here of your own free will. I think I've fallen in love with you. It's been quite a long time since I've felt this way."I felt a...kward standing there naked with her still clothed. I asked if her tattoo was a lost love. She reluctantly nodded as she began undressing. I moved to her, stopping her hands to look up and kiss her. Our hands around each other exploring, I wanted to take some of the hurt away from her. Despite being her captive, I felt sorry for her loss. I'd been. After a few minutes I grabbed a handfull of hair and thrust deep in her mouth, about halfway I felt the back of her throat, she gagged a bit, held my thighs, then grabbed my ass and pulled the rest of my 8 inches slowly down her gullett. She had her nose burried in my pubic hair as I slowly fucked her face. I could feel her throat convulsing around my cock as her tongue continued swirlling all around. I heard a clicking sound and glanced over to see her old man snapping pics of his wife. “The Cotton Club,” I muttered to myself. What was my loving wife Ana doing now? I parked my car outside the pub and walked up to the entrance, where a large man was standing.I handed over him ten dollars he asked me and walked inside. It was pretty classy for a strip club. There were numerous different levels, all leading down to the main stage, where a young blonde woman was busy bumping and grinding to the music. Situated around the stage in a semicircle, were numerous chairs, all filled. We were related by marriage. Our families wouldn’t approve.None of it mattered. We were both young and horny and drawn to one another. Perhaps the forbidden element made it more exciting. After we fucked, we both knew it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. The chase was over, but something new had begun.After Christmas, we communicated by email and chatted online. We were both eager to see one another again, but Cara wanted it to be special. She’d only had sex with one person before me and it.