He told me that he didn't care and whatever fantasies I have we should try them out. So the next day we called Tom and asked him to go see an afterno...n movie, without hesitation he agreed.Tom never wore shorts he had the whitest legs in the world so he was in jeans, my husband was wearing cargo shorts. I was wearing a black skirt that had an elastic waist and a tank top with a built in bra. I'll admit not my best look but it was easily accessible so perfect for what I had planned. Like I. He looked at me and said, “Ah, your pussy is already dripping. It seems you wanted me to put this thing in you as well, didn’t you?” I had no answer to it. I was naked with a man, not my husband, in his house, drunk and celebrating Valentine’s day.Ideally, it should have been my husband who should have been doing all this. But who cares! He had given me so much happiness in all these years of meeting that I was ready to do anything for him. I nodded to his question and just looked at him with. Although not really what it’s designed for, I then proceeded to pull it out and shove it back in, faster and faster. It’s smooth so no real risk of injury, but the height of discomfort really makes it a sensation not to be missed. It was just like what I assume it’s like being arsefucked. So, there I was, in a bit of a world of my own sighing and moaning to the rhythmic pleasures of having one’s arse properly done, when Meg reminded me she was on the other end of the phone and now had her. I came to the realisation that this was not going to be a quick fuck as he moved me onto my hands and knees and swiftly entered me from behind. He began thrusting again, slowly at first, so deep that I could feel his balls slamming against my ass. His hands that had been on my waist now moved, one to my tits, one to my mound. Fingering furiously he brought me to my second orgasm, cumming hard under his hand as he continued to plunge into my now sopping hole. I had never been with a man with.