A man needed imagination to do a thorough job of fucking a woman like Charlotte, at any rate. Charlotte breathed deeply as she raised her quivering ar...e one more time, legs spread wide, arching her back as far as her position over the desk would allow, so it stuck up and out; a tantalisingly eager target. * The Company Picnic had been going well. It was in a lovely Reserve, with wood fired bbq's and picnic tables. A real bushland setting, not just some suburban park. Charlotte had created. I don’t know if it was the hard material of the ceramic tiles, but the whole bathroom seemed to reverberate with the moans and sobs from my oh so happy wife. As she received another deep and satisfying fuck.Finally, the three lovers had to draw things to an end, none of them seeming to want another day’s absence on their work records. Having cum on Jill’s face the last time, this time they wanted to cum deep in her womanly depths. Both roaring like black bulls as Jill clung to them crying out. Her head was buried into the couch cushion as her whole body spasmed from her first orgasm. Dale continued to vigorously run his cock in and out of her ass as she yelled “don’t stop mother fucker, I’m going to cum again”. Then she screamed one last time and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her lithe body. Dale’s cock fell out of her ass and he tore off his rubber. He said “sit up bitch I’m cumming”. My wife sat up and put her head back and opened. Her bare feet slapped a staccato on the tile floor. She didn't have to travel far to her bed, the apartment was a studio. The one real luxury she had was her king bed, it was soft like a cloud. She was taller than most women and preferred a king bed with room to stretch out. At 5'8" she didn't look gangly or too thin. Her weight had never been an issue either, she stayed around 130lbs no matter what she did, or ate. Most of her weight was in her hips and ass, she wasn't sorry. She knew it made.