She got in middle of bed and I too sat beside her. I started brushing her hair slowly, she was slowly getting curious about my next step and I want to...go slow. I had read/seen several stories, articles, videos about how make a girl/women excited, wet and how to proceed for actual thing. She was wearing skirt, so my hand went to her feet rubbing it slowly and moving on top towards thighs. Her breathing was getting little faster than usual. My hand moved inside her skirt, I didn’t moved her skirt. .. She picked up the pace, and I started to moan, until all of a sudden I shot a huge load into her mouth. After a few moments of us both lying there, she slid up my body rubbing her silky gown against mine and gave me the deepest French kiss. "There", she whispered into my ear, "do you like the taste of your own cum, honey?" All I could do was to moan back to her. I started to rub her pussy through her gown and her thongs, and she started moaning as well. I could feel that her panties. I saw the roadside rest area I was looking for and pulled off the road and stopped near the rest rooms. There were four stalls in the men’s and three urinals. It was one of my favourite places to dress and attempt to seduce guys. I got out of my car with my backpack full of satin lingerie and high heels and went into the stall in the middle. It had a gloryhole on each side! I was getting excited! I got the lingerie from my backpack and got dressed in black widow corset and stockings and. At that point, I had no choice. Immediate physical gratification trumped moral dilemma. My hips started to grind into Mike’s face, rocking back and forth, I began to roughly fuck my darling husband’s mouth. I looked down again and saw that his face was covered with a glaze of Jamaal’s cum from my throbbing pussy. The rush I felt was wonderful; powerfully taboo and so sexually exciting. Then it happened. I couldn’t help myself. My inner slut took over, I guess, and I blurted out the filthiest.