This was pure love-making, and I felt her have at least three, deep, trembling orgasms before her tight, clutching pussy finally drew a huge load out ...f me. Afterward, we lay in the dark, holding each other close. My hand was absent-mindedly stroking her shoulder, over her bullet wound. "Are you obsessing, my love?" she whispered, and rolled on top of me. Her eyes glistened in the ambient light as she looked down at me. "Hmmmm? No," I smiled. "Okay, maybe a little. I can't help it. I love you.. I moaned out loud and looking again at hubby saw he was pleased with the sexual show unfolding before him.All the k**ding and teasing had taken a new turn it had gone to far, both myself and his friend were now openly engaging in full oral sex, and I was more the instigator on the receiving end, but I was now also thinking about letting him fuck me in front of my husband, I was at my hottest and I wanted this to end in pleasure for all.Suddenly my husband asked his friend to prove his theory. She walked toward the door, looking around to make sure no one noticed her. She poked her head outside the doorway, into the alley, but didn’t see anything.“Oh, Mrs. Marshall!” A low, tortured groan coming from a concave in the back of the building about fifteen feet away, behind a large dumpster. She walked carefully toward it so her high heels wouldn’t click on the asphalt.“Oh yes, Mrs. Marshall!”She peered around the corner of the dumpster and almost gasped. Paolo was facing the far wall. On this particular day it was a live show. Two hot college age lesbians. I was hard before I ever got my pants unbuttoned. I blew my load quickly, but it was one of those special days where I was VERY horny. I gave myself ten minutes to cool down before I was ready again. Just when I was about to start, there was a knock at the door. Cussing I zipped up and opened it a crack. “You’re going to have to pay if you want the room longer,” this big biker looking guy covered it tats told me. I.