That’s nice” I moaned, “Now where’s that cock I’ve grown to love and pamper?” My husband stood up and I immediately set to work on undoing...his belt and removing the familiar cock from his underpants before squatting down and licking its full length from under the ball bag up to the emerging head. He pulled me up and pushed me back onto the table and then climbed up onto the table and straddled my body. His cock was now resting against my tits and began to move gently, letting the smooth satin. I was pretty passable, but I still wanted to drive at night to lessen my chances of anyone seeing me. As I drove there my mind was racing. This was going to be my first time getting fully dressed up for a man, let alone having sex with him. How would this go? Should I go through with it? By the time I had my final thoughts against it, I had already arrived. As I checked my makeup one more time in the mirror, a tall handsome man walked out of the front door, and waved at my car. He greeted me. It's five after eight o'clock, so we've been fuckng for nearly what? four hours? That's weird, it doesn't seem like its been four hours."Nike" I manage to utter between breathless thrusts. At first she gives me no reply, "Nike." I say again, "What?" this time she replies, sounding a little angry, like I'm interrupting her. "It's eight o'clock." I say this as if in passing, as if we weren't having wet, sweaty sex, like we were talking about cars or something. "Shit..." she says this letting. I planted one on her mouth. She didn't draw back, but she didn't respond either. She just kind of sucked her breath in and didn't move. I thought to myself, with a little effort I could get in this slut's pants."I let her go. She seemed frozen in place. I said, "Hey sweet cheeks, what's your name?"She replied, Kim — Kimberly."Eddie went on, "I grabbed her hand and introduced myself and asked her if she would like a beer or something." She said, No, I've gotta go, but it was nice meeting you.