Too dirty for him, I suppose.” Heart pounding, heat poisoned her skin as her own sweat rinsed away her good wife facade. “Is it too dirty for you,...Matt? Are you too nice a guy to shove that big cock into my little virgin asshole and fuck me like the whore I am?” “Holy... fuck.” Stacey crooked her legs and pushed off his dick. Turning around to her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder. Wiggled her ass. “Please?” Dropping the cell, Matt climbed to the side of the bed. His dick. "Well, my dear," he said, "Daddy is waiting for your answer." Y … yes," she stammered.The stranger lightly flicked her clit and said, "Yes, what?"Yulia's head was spinning. She knew what this pervert wanted her to say; he wanted her to call him 'Daddy’ but she didn't know if she could play along with his incestuous fantasy. She was trembling with both shame and desire when he flicked her clit again and she answered, "Yes, Daddy," with a small whimper.The stranger once again positioned his. Please. I'd like that." Yes. Promise. I'll come here or to your flat. Wherever you are, Dave." And she stood up, and stepped closer and leant over and kissed my head. "Just get better, and I'll see you tomorrow." And she just turned and walked out.I sat there in stunned silence. I'd never thought that this could lose me Davinia. I thought I'd protected her from this stupid relationship with Lucy. Surely I couldn't lose her over something so meaningless?I was still feeling the unfairness of it. She and I both love the coast; the weather there is so nice. I have a volunteer radio show back in town on Sundays so she and I agreed that I would go back to do my thing and come back the following Tuesday of each week. We both agreed that this way I could keep up the yard and pool back in town as well. So I was set, I had Sundays for the show and chores and Mondays I’d drink with my buddies down at the bar and come back to the coast on Tuesdays for the rest of the summer.Sex at the coast.