My knees buckle, but you hold me there, pinning my body, not allowing me to slide to the floor.My fingers twist into your hair, begging you for more, ...rging you on, urging you lower. But, suddenly, you pull me towards you, and steer me towards the bed. Forgoing the soft mattress, you bend me over a chest at the foot of the bed; taking me from behind. Sliding deep inside me with one smooth stroke, you begin thrusting, hard and fast.Moans, cries and grunts of pleasure fill the room as you fuck. The girl got up and quickly pulled down her skirt, wiped a stray drop of my semen from the front of her leotard, and went over to seat them.We ate the rest of our meal without any more excitements. But Bente did manage to go back into the kitchen one time, and came back smiling. ‘We’ll have a visitor later tonight, with luck,’ she whispered. ‘I do hope she’s a virgin, I want to see you deflower her.’Meanwhile, the other couple had come over and introduced themselves as Barbara and Bob, a rather. He could make as much noise as he wanted. Leaving a little room at the tip of the condom he flicked his dick and watched it bounce. Pressed it down like a lever to feel it (the torture) spring back up, sending surges of arousal in chills and shivers throughout his body. Lifting his shirt over his head he pressed it to his face and inhaled his own scent. The image of a stranger came to his mind. Well, not really a stranger but the young androgynous person he ran into at the laundromat with. It felt good to have my wife back. The wife I knew. The one with the beautiful face that I love to plaster with cum and have her walk out in public wearing it. The one with the big, full breasts with the perfect nipples I love to tug and watch her squirm. The one with the cute little asshole I’d sniff freely and lick regularly. The one with the shaved, pretty, tight little pussy that I can force to gape open with my cock, fingers, or even toes. The one with the…well, you get the point. It felt.