“Fuck that was good,” he said, looking at his watch. We’d been upstairs for around fifteen minutes. “I suppose you need to go,” I said. �...I need to fuck you first, I’ll think of an excuse.” We kissed for a while, exploring each other until his cock began to get hard again. I took it in my hand and stroked it up and down until it became rock hard and grew to its full length again. Oliver turned me over onto my side and lifted up my leg. He took his cock in his hand and pushed it into me from. I felt between her legs and noticed she was already wet so I began to slap her clit. The bitch got weak in her knees. I then blind folded her and turned her around. "do you want your nipples pinched"? I asked. "yes madam jay", she replied. So I pinched her nipples hard, to get them perky enough to put the clothes pins on them. I slapped the slut around a bit before pinching the clothes pins tighter and ripping them off. "Do you like that bitch"? I asked. "yes madam jay" she replied with a tear. More than I had imagined. She made it about just me, somehow. Without the feeling that I was going to have to take a cock in my mouth or some other reciprocation. My Ex expected sex from me. It never felt like this. She was literally devouring my body."Oh god, oh fuck..." I said as I pulled my top down and began to massage my nipples. A sound from over the stall wall broke into my sexual milieu. The toilet flushed with a loud rush and bubble. But, I didn't care. Her fingers worked the outside. " How was it? I mean, were you nervous or did you think you were cheating?" Nervous, yes; cheating, no."I sipped some Champagne and waited for her to say more. She was silent looking into her wine glass, searching for the right words. Finally, she said, "You know, Hank, it was kind of exciting. After that first time, I made myself more available, you know, less guarded with guys. I began to enjoy the hunt, the excitement, the challenge. It became like a game of chance when I realized that men.