Normally, Cathy wore very little makeup, but today her eyes and lips were darkened.Cathy studied the man on the screen before her, casually dressed, n...thing like her husband, who wouldn't be seen dead in jeans and a tee shirt.“Well, Ben, how about I lose my bra and you lose that tee shirt.”Ken knew that taking off his top would mean removing his dark glasses and baseball cap, but he had already planned for that.“Sure babe, no problem, give me a minute.”Cathy watched as he stood up and his top. . she arched her back. And then I tore at my own pants and shirt making them both naked. She gasped at the sight of my immensely swollen cock.And then I was rolling between her legs and on top of her. Yes, she was silently begging for me to continue, to have my long thick hard penis filling her hungrily throbbing cunt well to its fullest. She wanted me to slip between her excitedly trembling thighs and fill her belly with my thick, hotly throbbing hardness. She was ready to let a man fuck her. I became aware that I was looking up at a blonde framed face with four eyes which was surrounded by pale blue. I tried to focus but couldn’t. I felt a hand pass across my forehead and stroke my hair. ‘I’ve called an ambulance. You’ll be fine, don’t worry. You banged your head.’ Of that fact I was painfully aware. ‘Does, it hurt?’ ‘I think the battle of El Alamein is being replayed inside me.’ ‘Don’t be melodramatic. Be brave, sweety, not long now, I can hear the siren.’ I knew now that I was. Sometime between eight and nine-thirty Rita had been fucked.I got her back inside her dress, swabbed her cunt as best I could with my hankie and carried her out to the car. I laid her in the back seat and went back into the party. Fifty minutes later I left the party to go home and found out that Rita had been fucked again. Her tits were out of her dress, her skirt was up around her waist and once again there was cum leaking out of her. To say that I was angry would be an understatement. Just.