Alan put his hands infront to go after my clit and cunt. He moved my hands away and fingered me himself. It was beyond intense. I kept moaning, not re...lizing it. I came, again, all over his fingers. “Your ass is so tight.” Alan thrusted. “It feels so good.” I met his thrusts with my own. “I am gonna cum,” Alan screamed, just about leaning his torso on my back. “I want to shoot this load in your ass. “Yes,” I screamed again. “Fuck me! Let my ass have all that cum.” My own dirty talk was. ” He said as the towel fell to the floor next to our lewdly discarded clothes. He led me to the bedroom his rigid phallus pointing the way. I grabbed hold of it to keep it from bobbing around in front of him. In his room the covers were pulled back on his huge double bed inviting us into its soft folds. We stood beside the bed sharing yet another naked kiss. I loved the feeling of his bare body crushed against mine and the way my tits felt on his chest. I could do with a lot more naked kissing.. ’ I was yelling at you because I’m mad at the way your husband treats you, but more so at you for allowing yourself to be imprisoned by him. ‘ ‘That’s not what he’s doing. He just thinks a wife should be at home.’ She said.’ I’m not his prisoner. I’m here now, aren’t I? ‘ ‘Yes, you are.’ He said, smiling at her refreshing sarcasm.’ So then, why can’t you work here for three days a week? It doesn’t have to be all day, and you can pick whatever days you want, or change them each week. I’m not. We just can’t stand it any longer. We have to move to the bedroom. We pry ourselves apart and go inside. I pick you up as your legs wrap around my waist and we resume our kiss. Your breasts are rubbing against my hairy chest and the crotch of your pants feel friction from my smooth belt buckle. You are unable to catch your breath now with that pressure on your clit. You drop your legs at the side of the bed and I begin to pull at your pants button as you unbuckle mine. We drop our pants.