It had been a long day and we were both tired. We had a nice ‘cuddle fuck’ before drifting off to sleep. I did not climax and was too confused and...too tired to masturbate afterwards. Besides, in my exhausted state, I did not need the release to fall asleep tonight. The next morning, I awoke, rested and horny. I guess the discussion from the previous night had caught up with me and I wanted to cum. I considered just masturbating quietly with my husband asleep next to me, but something stopped. Peter agreed that would really be nice, and maybe he could get into her large hot tub in the garden room she showed him earlier. ‘I don’t have a swimming suit for you Peter, but I never wear one myself. I know this sounds wild and kinky, but I’m really not that way. I’ve only slept with one man in my entire life, and none in the past ten years. Selfishly, I want to get over the mistake I made earlier today, and I think there is only one way for me to move on.’ Ginny had an oversized walk-in. "You know Rebecca, dressed like this you sure look sexy. This babydoll is very appealing," he said, his face mere inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek as he spoke. "But I'm all wet," she whispered hoarsely. "Are you? Are you wet 'Becca?" he asked. "Yesss..." Rebecca moaned softly. She knew he was talking about more than the spilled water. He pulled her closer and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. She could see she wasn't the only one who was terribly. He lifted his tall frame off of her, allowing Julie to roll to her hands and knees. Greg needed no further taps to tell him what to do. He quickly knelt behind her and slipped his shiny cock back into her, this time from behind. He thrust into her, over and over, eliciting scream after scream of ecstasy from Julie. It was all she could do not to pass out, it felt so incredibly good. She came a second time, bucking and writhing as Greg continued his relentless savaging of her pussy. Tears were.