”“Dave ... yours?”“Calvin, I work as a consultant, I get called in to look at peoples businesses, find out the problem and tell them how to so...ve it.” He boasts after his introduction.I summon the barman with a wave, when he approaches I tell him the same again, gesturing it is for my companion and myself.As the drinks are poured, my new friend asks, “So what is it you do?”Holding out a twenty for the barman to take I look at the man thoughtfully before answering. “Well ... I’m not sure what I. I lost count, in fact. In his own private bedroom, with Camilla, the Duchess of Cornwall, egging him on, cheering us, telling him to, and I quote her verbatim here, ‘make a little Yank with that sweet little blonde Hollywood tart for Gladys, Georgie!’“So, yeah ... others might villify him or whatever, but I actually like the old codger and hope that he does become King. I could then honestly say that I’m the President’s sex slave and the King’s baby mama both at once. I don’t know if Camilla. David and I were smiling at each other. I could see his cock was hard and ready so I said,"Honey, are you up for some really sloppy cum fucking?" Babe, there is nothing that I would love more than to fuck your sloppy cunt right now!"With that my husband proceeded to fuck me harder than he ever has for about 25 minutes. We rotated into our favorite positions and as always David ate my ass and pussy to orgasm between positions. Even though I love Adams huge cock I love fucking my husband and I. “Ah, don’t worry about it.” My cock felt like it wasgoing to burst. I hadn’t felt like this in years; notsince… well, not since long before I married Karen. As I loaded my own laundry into the machine, I heardher close the lid and switch the dryer on. I wanted toturn and say something, but my tongue felt thick andclumsy. And the erection bulging in my shorts wouldhave been almost impossible to hide. Maybe if I heldonto the laundry basket? Still… “My.