“Make yourself at home,“ she said as she walked and then stopped. They were not alone. “Hey baby…oh…” It was Mark, her husband standing in...the living room drinking a beer. Next to him was a handsome black man, maybe forty-five, wearing golf shorts and a shirt. Mark had realized that Tara was not alone. Everyone stood in the room for a moment where the silence made it seem like forever. Then Tara and Mark laughed and kissed each other. “Danny, this is my husband, Mark. Mark, this is Danny.” She. " ( I hear her giggle on my answering machine)." I'm sorry, I forgot about you and coffee. No coffee, but maybe a quick lunch?" That sound alone (her giggle) brings a flood of memories pouring out of that safe corner where I store them.The rest of the message is a blur to me. Something about where she will be staying and her cell number.I sit and stare at the phone. Pushing save before I look up and see my husband standing in front of me."Who was that Anna? You look like you've seen a ghost.". Yes. Yes! Fuck me like your bitch. Fuck me with that big cock." Yeah? You like that?" he responded. "You like your ass being used? Take it bitch!"He shifted his positioning, pulling my left leg up over his right shoulder and now practically laying on me. I knew this position. This was a position I loved to finish in and hoped that he did, too.His pace increased as he screwed my raw ass. As good as this felt in my ass tough, him laying on me meant my cock was finally feeling some friction, too.. I told her that I thought she was an unbelievable girl, which was not an exaggeration at all, but that I was committed to Ann and couldn't risk losing her.Leticia gave me a hug and I just held her for what seemed like forever. Leticia was at least five foot eight, incredibly voluptuous, shapelier than an eighteen year old had the right to be and she felt so different than Ann, who is only four foot eleven and at the time was flat chested and wiry. Leticia's hair smelt of strawberries and being.