There was nothing gentle or caring about it. I fucked my sopping pussy back and forth against his face and all he could do was smile up at me. His eye... were telling me he wanted more so I gave him more. He had my cum dripping from him and it was so real in my mind that I was startled as I heard his voice behind me as I was about to go through the door to my bedroom."Have a good night, Heather."I spun around and there was this specimen in front of me that looked as though he had just stepped out. It let her fall neatly into the role she’d been given tonight. She sat back. “So, Tom ... Can I call you Tom?”“Please do.” There was a purr in the creator’s voice that reminded her of a self-satisfied tomcat and the form of the man wavered in her vision to become more feline before shifting back to the blue-haired human she’d been speaking to.“Are you a cat?” she asked, surprised by her own question. The audience laughed.Tom smiled at her. “Tom Frost is a fictional construct as much as anything. She comes again. And again.Though I have no sound, I can hear her cries of pleasure coming from the bedroom. Finally it appears that John has had all he can take. He begins to slow and his body stiffen. Jill wraps her legs around him tightly and pulls him into her. She looks directly at me through the camera and smiles as John's cock burst forth his cum, sending jets of his warm liquid deep into my wife. I see him thrust forward half a dozen times, driving himself deep into her as he releases. I lay there for a few minutes collecting my thoughts and letting the rain wash over me. My mind races over the past thirty minutes and how much I enjoyed it. I roll onto my side and face the drive-way. My heart sinks when I see the car in the drive. Standing outside the car, under an umbrella, are my friends Lucy, Amanda, and Kimmy. They are all watching my every move and though I don’t know how long they have been there I can tell by the look on their faces they have been there long enough..