I couldn’t tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I lis...ened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it. I was a captive to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait! This wasn’t my familiar ‘ladies’ size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never. The last part is true, especially after what happened a few days ago. As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or contrived? Semantics don't matter. We are apart to sort out the past few days. This chapter tells my story from the time I met Rex until the following morning, when I went back for more. Friday, 7:30 PM. The Beginning We don't go out as much as we should. Few couples do, and we had fallen into the rut of TV news, Jeopardy, one or two series. As they went in you could here the bodily fluids and my sticky fanny sucking her fingers in. As she went up to her wrist I let out a small yelp of pleasure. This was one of the most erotic feelings I had ever felt. I tilted my head back as she continued to rub my tits with her other hand. I leant back and lifted up my legs slightly, my toes pointing onto the floor like a ballerina. Melanie then started pulled my top off over my head to reveal my rock hard chest in all its glory. She started to. We had some more to drink the meal was very nice and to say it was my first taste of a meal like that was good, we retired to the lounge and by this time we had become a lot more relaxed, the conversation took a quite different slant SEX we started saying what we liked doing to gather it to me was going to end up to me very nice evening, the girls whispered to each other and got up disappeared from the room that left Mark an me wondering what to talk about Mark continued saying, and came right.