He did that a couple times and then another inch and kept doing this until he had most of it in. My wife seemed to be enjoying it but was definitely m...re than she had taken before. Once he got it all the way in he started working it slow at first to get her use to it and then he grabbed her hits and said, "Now you're ready for the fucking of your life."He started pounding his 10 inche boner as hard and fast as he could. My wife screamed, over and over again, "Oh my god! Oh my god! That feels so. I just look you in the eye. You don't know what to do. I slowly walk towards you. You get nervous and excited. My fingers glide across your chest to your back down your butt. I walk around you, slide my hands towards your crotch, not touching your cock. But you want me to. I've finished circling you, still looking at you and you feel like a naughty schoolboy being caught by the headmistress. Your eyes travel down my neck, into my cleavage and further down. Is she or isn't she. You want to know.. Another chill of guilt washed over me. I couldn’t tell her, I knew. It would destroy her. Coming clean was all about alleviating my own guilt. It had nothing to do with Melissa. I’d just have to wear it alone. Alone, I silently snorted to myself. I hadn’t been alone in this. Katie was just as much to blame as me. For some reason, albeit a stupid one, I was comforted that she was in it with me. I remembered my dad’s story about the two National Geographic photographers, all his fatherly advice. I turn my head to look at her too, quirking my eyebrow as I watch his pretty wife sleeping not an arms length away... I should probably give some insight as to how this all occurred. I'm Jessi; my friend that I'm sitting atop of is Peter. We meet years ago on the internet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us.About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there'd ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in.