As we sat down at the table she grabbed my cock and asked where her gift was. I told I was embarrassed because I had left it at the house. She looked ... little disappointed. I mentioned that I had reservations at a hotel and we need to get there soon or we would lose our room(another football game in town). We checked into the room and I broke open a bottle to set the mood. I walked over and kissed her gently on the neck. She pushed me away and told me to sit down. I did and she slowly started. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.Waiting for the feelings. Now your panties are pulled aside, my fingers go back to your clit, making those same incessant light circles on your slippery clit. As I touch you, your fingers pitch and roll your nipples.Feel that touch on your clit, so light, so incessant. Your hips try to move closer but I resist and keep the light touch.Oh god.Now it'd be time for your panties to come off. Lift your bottom so I can slide them off your right leg and leave them hanging on your left thigh. Keep touching your breasts. I am. ‘I want you.’ ‘Then take me.’ Slipping a hand between them, she grasped his cock and rubbed it against her clit. Their juices mixed to create a slippery slope she couldn’t resist sliding down. Never had she felt such harmony with a man, like they were synchronized, biologically in phase — more evidence of a spiritual bond. She let herself go and freewheeled on sensation, on pleasure. As she began to pump along his cock there seemed to be an intuitive response from him. His touch held a fuel.